"It looks so good on you."
"It doesn't."
"It does!"
"Sighs."
Here I was, dressed up like a clown.
Well, not technically a clown, but I looked ridiculous in this weird outfit.
Why does she have weird taste just like Selena?
"You look so cute."
I couldn't see her face clearly given the scarf wrapped around her, but I could tell—she was happy.
Was she really enjoying this trip that much?
Well, whatever.
"Heh."
She adjusted a pair of glasses that balanced a little too well on my nose.
By now, I wasn't wearing the scarf anymore. We had moved into some sort of boutique. Well, it wasn't like most of the stalls here, which is why I chose a different word. It felt more like a closed-off space where customers could browse in privacy, unlike the bustling outdoor market outside.
I had no idea why this place in particular caught her interest, but she had dragged me in without hesitation.
