{Elira}
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Inside, the mall smelled faintly of polished marble, perfume and roasted coffee. The air was cool, the floor gleamed, and shop windows overflowed with silk dresses, leather shoes, and glittering displays.
We started at the jewellery section first. Lennon insisted I try on a few delicate, silver earrings and even a tiny rose-gold pair shaped like crescent moons. Under the soft lights, my red hair almost glowed, and Lennon nodded approvingly.
"Perfect," he announced, before telling the clerk to pack them.
My cheeks burned. "But they're expensive—"
"Shhh," Lennon hushed me playfully. "Haven't you learned? You are with us now."
Next came the wristwatches. Rennon's gaze was more discerning, thoughtful. He asked me to try three different simple designs, all elegant rather than flashy.
I realized, as I slipped the cool metal around my wrist, that my taste leaned more toward what Rennon picked: clean lines, soft curves, nothing too bright.
