Colin slumped on the sofa, surrounded by clothes Margaret had bought, some for him, but most for her.
As the manager of a women's clothing store, the elderly lady prepared a cup of coffee for Colin with a smile and placed it on the coffee table in front of him. Then the old lady sat down in front of him, "It must have been quite tiring, young man."
"Ah...you caught me, madam." Not sure whether it was right or wrong, Colin could only settle for that.
"No, my husband was like that when he was young," the old lady said with a smile. "Accompanying a girl out is truly a draining affair, but that child seems immersed in happiness. Don't let her down, young Priest sir."
