"Come on, come on, turn the radio on, it's Saturday and it won't be long."

~SIA

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shop from?"

"I buy my suits, tux, and cologne from Boss and Urban Outfitters or wherever." He answers shrugging.

"So let's go to Boss then." I also need clothes.

We enter the shop full of suits and dresses. Perfumes and shoes.

"You go ahead I will be in the ladies' section," I tell him.

He nods and we are off to shopping.

I find a worker and ask her to show me all the white dresses they have.

"I will come out after wearing those dresses please tell me how they look," I tell her.

"I will but you should ask your boyfriend not me." She tells me.

"Oh no. He is not my boyfriend."

"Oh sorry, I thought.."

"Chill girl, you are not the first one to say it. I only met him two days ago." I tell her.

"Oh. But you both do look cute together." She giggles and I laugh.

I don't say anything else and go in to try the dresses.

The first one is a short strapless white dress with a sweetheart line. It comes a little above my mid-thigh. It is so beautiful though.

"How do I look?" I ask Stacey the worker.

"You look stunning. It really does with your body and skin."

"I know right? It is so pretty."

"That's a nice dress you got there, Ria." A voice cuts in.

I look at my right to see Christian standing.

"Thank you, Christian."

"You should really buy that." He tells me. "Choose Ria, black or grey?" He asks holding two tuxedos.

"Definitely black," I answer back. It is my favorite color after all.

I go back inside and try on another dress, which I instantly dislike because of its design.

I try another one. It is also short but has a design patterned on it. It covers my whole chest and is sleeveless.

I like it so I decide that I want it. I pick those two dresses up and give them to the worker for me to buy.

I go to the counter to pay, where Christian is already standing to pay for a few t-shirts, a tux and shoes, and some other stuff.

"You only buying this?" Christian asks me, looking at my two dresses.

"Yeah, I did a lot of shopping only a few days ago. So I kind of have loads of clothes, I haven't worn yet." I tell him.

"Oh"

"How much for these dresses?" I ask taking out my wallet.

"These dresses have already been paid for by him." The guy tells me pointing at Christian beside me.

"Christian, you did not have to do that? I like to pay for my own stuff." I pout angrily crossing my arms.

"After everything you've done for me, it's the least I can do for you." He tells me.

"We are going to talk about it once we get to the house, mister," I scold him and he puts his hands up in mock surrender.

He takes the bags and we make our way to urban outfitters. Christian looks so lost in the big shop that he looks like he does not even know what to buy.

He looks so cute when he is confused.

What? He does.

After watching him struggle I decided to help him. With my help, he buys a few pairs of jeans and a few sweat pants, with hoodies. He also buys a few V necks in the shade of grey, black and white.

He even buys a leather jacket, I didn't peg him for being a leather jacket gal.

I don't even acknowledge that he is buying so much stuff even though he said he wanted to stay until he recovers.

Some part of me feels very good and excited that he is staying here with me. I can't help but wonder that if we become friends, which I know we will, will we still talk to each other or just act Like strangers?

Lastly, he buys shoes. Combat boots, dress shoes, and trainers mostly. The guy loves his shoes.

While searching for his clothes I even found some cute tops for myself to buy and Christian approved of them. He even found a cute crop top for me with a floral print.

"Christian you got to get this jacket. It is so amazing." I grin while holding a camouflage print jacket.

He smiles and takes the jacket from my hand nodding in approval.

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Finally, we are done with the shopping and with so many bags in our hands and are taking our hungry asses to the food court.

We immediately find a table and place and put the bags down. I sit and immediately I realize something and my eyes get wide.

"What's wrong?" Christian asks with narrowed eyes.

"You. That's what wrong." I answer still with wide eyes.

"Me?" He looks totally, completely, and utterly confused.

"Yes, you! You are hurt and for the past three hours, we are shopping and standing nonstop. I did not even think that you would need some rest. And your leg. Oh my god. Your leg! It was bruised badly and it is going to get worse. And your wounds are not even healed. This is all my fault I am so stupid, --"

"Victoria, breathe." Christian cuts off my ramble. "Trust me I'm good, you took good care of me the last two days."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Like hundred percent sure?"

"Yes, Ria. You don't have to worry."

"But I can not help it." I pout. He chuckles.

"Well then let's get something to eat now. I am starving." He tells me. "What do you want to eat."

"I say, let's just get a BBQ pizza with drinks and ice-cream for dessert."

"Sounds good. I'll get it."

"No, you will not. You are going to sit here and rest." I tell him sternly leaving no place to argue.

He caves in and nods his head.

I order the pizza and drinks and in 15 minutes I have both things and the next minute we both re devouring the pizza like animals.

After finishing we get our ice-creams and we are off to the house.

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