I reached the mall and parked in its underground parking lot thirty minutes later. I led him to the clothing department on the second floor right after we got out.

As we stepped into the shopping centre, Stefan noticed people staring at him. It wasn't outright disdain, but that subtle, pretentious judgment people try to conceal, as if revealing it would somehow lower their status. He used to resent it, but now.

He had hesitated and spoken with care. "Veevee, perchance I should wait for you in the parking lot?

I twisted to face him. "Why?

Stefan frowned. "I think walking with you like this makes you look bad."

Noting...