"Haven't we talked about this before?" A young man stood in front of a slightly older man; he gave him a disapproving look.
"I know, but Dirk–" The young man known as Dirk cut the older man off before he could finish his sentence.
"No excuses this time, Ivan." Dirk kept on the disapproving look, which looked a bit strange with the childish face he had.
Ivan gave a small sigh.
"I'm sorry," he said, trying his best to appease his younger brother.
"First, you buy so many flowers that we can barely enter the house anymore!"
"Now that's an exaggeration."
Ivan's words were ignored as Dirk continued his angry rant. "Next you buy letters in a bottle, I mean, I like those too; but twenty! That's way too many! And now this!" Dirk pointed towards the small finely wrapped box in Ivan's hands.
"You don't even know what's in there, and yet you still bought it." Dirk crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently while waiting for Ivan to answer, and what a terrible answer it was.
"I was... curious?" Ivan gave a weak grin; he wasn't very good at making things up.
"Ivan, I know you like Anita, but isn't there a better way than buying everything she sells at the Bazaar to impress her?" Ivan's face turned bright red at his younger brother's question.
"I never said I was trying to impress her! The things she sells just... interest me." Dirk gave a slightly frustrated look at his brother, which quickly changed into a mischievous one.
"Well, I guess its okay, I mean after you guys get married you'll basically get all your money back." Ivan's face turned even redder.
"Dirk! Nobody ever said anything about marriage." Dirk gave a childish grin before leaving the house.
"Just don't buy anything you don't need any more, 'kay?" Ivan let out a flustered sigh before escaping into his room. He sat down on his bed and began to open the wrapped box he purchased from Anita.
To his surprise it was an herbal perfume. Underneath the perfume was a small letter, Ivan couldn't help but give a small smile as he read it.
To Ivan,
Thank you for being such a loyal costumer. I'm looking forward to seeing you next spring Bazaar.
Love, Anita
Ivan smiled widely as he let out a small sigh; he too was looking forward to seeing the young cheerful girl at the next spring bazaar.