After escaping the chaos of salesgirls and swooning staff in the clothing section, Rose felt like she'd just survived a war. Her cheeks were still red from embarrassment, and Loki—of course—was enjoying every second of it. He strutted beside her with shopping bags in one hand and his ego inflated to the size of the mall itself.
Just when she thought her humiliation was done, they reached the next horrifying stop: the men's underwear store.
The moment she saw the neon signage that screamed "Confidence Starts Inside", Rose's legs stopped working. She stared at the storefront like it was a crime scene.
Loki blinked beside her. "What now, pheasant?"
Rose snapped out of her trance. "I… I am not going in there."
Loki raised a brow. "Then how am I supposed to buy—"
"Here!" she shoved her card into his hand like it was a live grenade. "Just—just go buy whatever brand or size or style you wear. I don't care about whatever price is. Just go. Alone."
