Haruka hated shopping. She never disagreed with Michiru more than over time spent shopping. Michiru said 45 minutes. Haruka knew for a fact it was three days.
Haruka cultivated a look and took pride in her appearance, but knew what she liked. One glance and she had a new wardrobe. Fifteen minutes, tops. Now here, Day Three, Michiru was still browsing. She felt everything, held it up, sometimes, god forbid, TRIED IT ON.
Like now. Haruka sighed.
"What do you think?"
Her breath caught. Everything was silk and flowing and… "Beautiful."
Had it only been five minutes? Haruka loved shopping.