Clementine:
"Alright, we need to head out," I said, pointing toward the exit.
"So what were you saying about not wanting to go into the antique shop?"
After we broke the hug, Leysa turned around and slapped Troy on the chest with the back of her hand.
He playfully rubbed his chest and groaned as he knelt down.
"Ouch! Why would you do that?" he complained like a child.
She rolled her eyes, hands on her hips.
"You seriously want me to go and get you a wedding dress from the antique shop?" he asked in a serious tone.
"Leysa, then you will have to go there to get me a suit as well," he commented, mirroring her action playfully by placing his hand on his waist.
"Why can't you do both? Look at Ian. He would do both for her," Leysa complained.
Ian wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer, making me collapse against his chest while we watched the two argue.
They looked adorable.
