I finally took a good look at her outfit. She was wearing the same oversized navy blue T-shirt from class, baggy pants that were worn from wear and tear, and dirty red sneakers. She was right. She did look a bit rough around the edges.
I glanced around and noticed a decent women's boutique nearby. Without thinking much, I led her in.
"Can you help her pick out an outfit? We're going out for lunch," I told the sales assistant.
The sales assistant was clearly experienced and smiled warmly at my request. "Leave it to me."
"William! William, come here!" Felicia called out urgently from the clothing racks.
I thought she was picking out clothes, but when I walked over, she just showed me the price tags. "This light jacket is 3,000 dollars, and this tank top is 1,900! Let's get out of here!"
I could not help but laugh as I thought Felicia was such a simple girl. Even if we could not afford it, there was nothing wrong with browsing around.
"Don't worry about the prices. Just go try things on—remember, I've got money," I reminded her.
Felicia's eyes widened, and her face suddenly turned red. "William, d-didn't you say you weren't interested in me? Why are you trying to woo me?"
I nearly choked. "Who's wooing you?"
"If you're not, then why are you sending me gifts on stream, taking me to meals, and buying me clothes?"
Before I could explain this coincidence, Felicia suddenly hugged my waist. "I'm okay with it!"
Wait, what? What was she okay with?
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