Chapter 136. Shopping (2)
I turned my head and looked at Kaelira.
"You want me to choose, or are you planning to pick something out yourself?" I asked, casually, like it didn’t matter. Because honestly, it didn’t. "I don’t have a problem either way."
She didn’t answer right away. Her eyes scanned the rows of clothes—endless racks of fabric in every possible cut, colour, and style. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to pick something—it was more like she didn’t know how to.
Truthfully, she looked overwhelmed.
And I won’t lie—watching her try to pretend she wasn’t made me want to laugh. Not out of malice or anything, but it was just... kind of adorable. Like watching a battle-hardened war general trying to figure out which brand of scented candle to buy.
I lowered my head, trying to suppress the snicker bubbling up in my throat. Barely held it in. Swallowed the urge and looked back up at her.
"Let me pick something out for you," I said, trying not to sound too smug about it. "Fair warning though—I’m a black connoisseur. So don’t expect much colour variety."
She crossed her arms and gave a half-nod, her eyes still scanning the racks.
"I don’t mind," she said flatly. "You’re the one paying for it anyway. As long as it fits and I can move in it, I won’t complain."
I raised a brow, a chuckle slipping out. "You’re weirdly cooperative today. What’s the occasion? Did someone swap your soul with a tutorial NPC?"
She met my eyes, not amused in the slightest. "You’ve known me for three days," she said, voice even and sharp. "What kind of girl do you think I am?"