"No, we don't really give each other gifts, and I've never worn... a couple outfit with Ally. Okay, okay, let's buy this one, get this." Dylan gives up and watches her, surrendering.
"Really?...Miss, we, want to try this on."
Hallie lifts her head and joyfully calls to the shop assistant.
Try it on?
Dylan, harboring the idea of just buying something quickly and leaving, watches the employee skeptically grab the pajamas, looking helpless.
After a while, Dylan emerges.
His tall and straight figure, wearing the yellow pajama pants, sleek and shiny as they are, seem to make his skin even fairer. His face, looking a bit stiff, his long squinted eyes filled with a world-weary impatience. Despite the long legs, which should have made the scene ridiculous, the sight of him made people think of a noble vampire lord...
He appeared both noble and opulent, like a king who holds the power of life and death.
Hallie and the shop assistant both stood there, stunned.
