After One Week
“It’s your welcome party, why do I have to buy clothes, Noah?" Getting off the car, I whined. But Noah didn't say anything and headed toward the entrance of the shopping mall.
"I get holiday once in a week and you are making it waste by dragging me to this unwanted shopping,” I grumbled, clumsily taking my steps.
“Really? What great plan did you have for the holiday that you have been whining so much since we left home?” he questioned, turning towards me.
“I had a great plan of not getting out of bed today. I slack off for the whole day,” I replied.
“Can’t you sacrifice your sleep even for once for the sake of me?” he questioned, raising his brows.
“No, not at all. This holiday was not worth sacrificing."
"But we are already here. So, come on in," he said and resumed his steps.
"Seriously, Noah I don’t want to get anything. Please let’s go back,” I insisted.