Promises, Promises

"Hey, you owe me jewelry," she says and pulls on my hand to drag me to the store before I can even complain, "You need to fill that gorgeous jewelry box you bought me. I currently only have this ring that I bought myself."

"God, you're so demanding," I roll my eyes, but I walk inside willingly. She's going to cook a kid for me, I guess the least I can do is buy her some shit, "Pick something."

"No, Jae. You have to pick something for me," she complains. The saleswoman gives us a little giggle, "Men, am I right? He thinks he only has to pay."

"A little effort goes a long way, Sir. Sometimes, the thought is worth more than the gift itself," the lady says.

"You're right, I'm going to pick something perfect," I promise in my fake voice. So I have to spend a long time looking at bracelets, necklaces and rings. Anya is right, she only owns that one ring so I don't really know her style, but I really like an emerald necklace I see... I think it will stand out against the red of my marks on h