I was at the underground section of the mall in Ozone Station and walking around to "pa.s.s the food down my stomach" and to catch the glimpses of small happenings there. It was also a chance for me to do some sightseeing since there had been a lot of shops that relocated its business there as well as new ones opening.Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.
There were some banners stating that "Starbucks" would be opening a franchise there and a unis.e.x hip urban apparel shop "Uniqlo" would soon open by end of May. Well, here comes another coffee shop with its unique blend of coffees as well as pastries and cake will add to its colour besides locally owned one. I wonder if J-co would be opening here soon with its wide variety of "fresh from the oven" doughnuts which would be much cheaper than "Krispy Kremes".
Suddenly a female voice called out to me from within an accessories shop. I turned my head to the direction and saw the President of the Sports Committee in the accessories shop trying on some a.s.sortment of headbands, clips and other accessories fit for a girl of her age.
"Hey Shiro...! What are you doing here...? Are you alone...? Shopping anything for your "little girl"...? (Literally mentioning little girl was Akira and not a daughter of mine) Where"s your girl...? Oh yeah... By the way, I haven"t got the opportunity to congratulate you and the team personally for lifting the Championships Trophy last night...!"
The President was wearing loafers with a knee-length white capri pants and matched with a black sleeveless V-necked tank top. There was a silver heart-shaped Tiffany"s necklace around her. She had a small Seiko Baby G watch in her left wrist and a thin silver and red Tiffany"s chained bracelet on her left as well.
She had little makeup and her lips were glossed with a rosy hue from her lip balm. She had her hair tied in a ponytail with a red and black woolly ball hairband. She looked quite matured compared to her in the school uniform.
"Ah... President-sama. I was walking around with no intention at all after a meal. Just taking in the sights as I had never spent more than 30 minutes in this underground Oz Garden. Are you here with your parents or someone in particular...?"
I stepped into the accessories shop and felt awkward since I am only the male non-buying patron there and greeted the President of the Sports Committee.
" No, I am here alone and not with my parents. They are in Yokohama and I would be together with them only during the holidays. But with someone in particular... You might say that again if the particular person is interested in getting to know someone closer who is more proactive; if that person, in particular, knows what I mean... By the way, what do you think of this ring?"
Someone, in particular, is surely defining as me as there was no one else, in particular, she was mentioning about as I am particularly the only male in the store and the question she aimed was particularly at me. (so many usages of "particular" particularly in this particular paragraph... LOL)
The President inched closer to me to let me view a small 925 silver platinum goldfish shaped ring with 2 semi-precious red stones set on it as a pair of eyes.
I was mentioning it doesn"t look too shabby when she spoke up as if to seal the deal, "If it looks good on me, definitely this price would not be a dent in the remuneration package that would be given out to you in the next few days. By the way, I am sure going to treasure this if that someone, in particular, would gift this for me, as a form of appreciation of getting the academic and sponsorships... Am I right Shiro...? As I mentioned and as you are unaware, I will get whatever I wanted with whatever means I can... "
Here she goes again as she "threatens" my ego once again and I felt my manliness shrinking with every threat that she throws at me. I wonder if her horoscope was a dragon or a tiger that made this rat turns his tail and ran into a corner so easily.
"O... Ok, I"d pay for you..."
"I want you to slip it on my fingers after toy made the purchase..."
"Eh... Its gonna look as if I have decided to be your boyfriend already... I still have Akira you know..."
"It"s as if I care...?!? I will get what I want, by hook or by crook and you are the only one that fits me with the right description, att.i.tude and desire... I can"t wait to tell my parents"
Omagai... Omagai... Omagai... I was truly fl.u.s.tered as if I was man-hunted by this delirious, obsessive, mentally unwell girl but with beautiful killer looks. Dear readers, what will you do if you are in the same position as I am? You really got no feeling except to bury and rub your face in her smooth, bouncy and at the same time firm and milky fleshed and sweet cleavage and b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
I took the silver ring reluctantly not because I can"t afford its price but rather she was making me look like as if I am her true boyfriend and has the cheek to slip it into her fingers after buying it... Haizzz... I wished I had never taken the path and walked somewhere else instead.
But the ego of a man buying gifts for ladies was rearing its ugly head once more. I patted at it, took the ring and went to the counter and took out my ATM card to pay for it.
"Hot d.a.m.n...!!!" I drew in my shock when I saw the register rang up to ¥32,600 for just that particularly simple 925 Sterling Silver with a small anchovy fish on it!!! That"s about USD$299...!!! Waaaaahhhhhh..... My ATM card"s owner seemed to wail in tears as that huge chunk of money was forcefully extricated from my bank account.
Either this girl was fond of me or clearly taking advantage of my situation... Omagai...!
After paying up, as her suggestion earlier, I slipped it in her right ring finger while she spread her hands before her and admired it while saying, "It was clearly a simple ring moments before and now it has a full meaning to it, thank you, my boyfriend...."
"Kching.....!"
I simply rolled my eyes just like the tills of the money counter as its numbers rolled and indicated yet another decrease in the bank account...