Leiza and Azzy stepped into the brightly lit shopping mall, the glass storefronts reflecting the warm glow of the overhead lights. Despite her usual entourage of bodyguards and friends, today, it was just the two of them. No security detail. No prying eyes.
Azzy found it slightly odd, but Leiza seemed completely at ease. It was as if she had planned it this way, wanting a moment of normalcy—just the two of them, shopping together without the weight of expectations.
Azzy, however, soon realized that he was being dragged into a world he had little understanding of—fashion.
Leiza took full control, picking out various outfits and forcing him to try them on. To him, clothes were simply clothes, nothing more than a necessity. But Leiza saw them differently—each piece she selected carried a certain style, a statement.
"Try this one," she said, holding up a sleek black jacket.
Azzy sighed but obeyed, slipping it on.
"Hmm… Not bad," she nodded in approval.
