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.
