August turned around confused about how she got her way in there then. She was from nowhere a celebrity or human. Did she bribe? He gave her a questionable stare.
"What? I own it. Not completely but still owning. And if I was human, I would be a perfect cut for being a celebrity, don't you think?" Azrael grinned ear to ear filled with confidence.
"Excluding the personality, maybe." August snorted out without even realising until it was too late.
"What do you mean by that?" Azrael heard it, she scorned her eyes giving him an intense glare. When a sudden knock on the door grabbed her attention.
August has never been so grateful for anything like this before. Whoever that person was a godsend. The saleslady put the clothes on the rack before leaving them alone once again.
"Anyway. Let's talk about what you wanted to say?" Azrael cleared her throat, instructing him. She inspected the clothes the lady bought, hoping her best to ignore looking at his gaze.
