“Do I need to buy you one?” he whispered to her and she looked straight at him in the eyes. Denying his question, she peeled herself off from the shining, display mirror and pulled him away. She maneuvered them easily through the crowd and stopped by one small shop. “Buy me that instead,” she pointed onto one of the many display boxes. His eyes took a glance and pecked her lips next, “Thank you for understanding,” glistening in mischief. “You’re so cheap oppa,” she playfully complained before following him to the cashier with the colorful, girlish-looking, plastic bands in hand.