At this time, Khalifa, while waiting patiently near the door, was watching Kaize have a hilarious argument with his manager.
"I'm on a date!"
"Then cancel it!"
"What do I have you for? Didn't that boy band want some exposure? Send them in, then!"
"Who cares if it wasn't me, they can make up for it in quantity!"
Well, she told him she didn't want him to come, but he insisted on shopping with her.
Similarly, she was also texting someone: The professor.
[When will it be my turn?] He had asked and Khalifa was just glad that he seemed to be getting used to their arrangement.
[Very soon. I'll make it up to you, I promise.] She said, with hearts and kissy emojis in the end.
[Okay. I love you, Khalifa. I'll be waiting.]
"Tsk, jerk. Us artists need lives too!" Kaize yelled next and hung up, and when he turned to her his annoyed expression turned to a happy one.
He walked over to her and pulled her to him for a short kiss. "Shall we?"
