The smile on the store manager's face faltered slightly.
He was about to say something else when he met John's sharp gaze.
"I don't know what Mr. White told you, but I'm not one to accept endless favors. I appreciate your goodwill, but let's proceed as I suggested."
The store manager could only accept John's bank card with a bitter smile and arrange for a professional to take John's measurements.
...
After buying the dress, there was still some time left.
Emma pulled John to go watch a movie.
Her taste was rather peculiar, as she had chosen a rather obscure horror film.
Seated in the air-conditioned cinema, John found the film utterly boring while Emma was engrossed in it.
She would let out terrified screams now and then and naturally curl up into John's arms, her little hand restlessly clawing at John's chest.
