One's Priority (3)

In the midst of a busy street where people go back and forth, two hands are holding each other tightly. The woman's tiny hand was almost covered by the man's big hand that was cupping her. In any case, it looked like the man had control over their day, but that wasn't true. It was the woman who has control over the man. Although her body was much smaller than the man and seemed unable to drag him, she managed to drag him to every stand that caught her eye.

No matter how people see it, they are a harmonious couple. The couple's harmony made those who intersect with their steps so envious. The woman seems to be so in control of the man, while the man looks so content to be controlled by the woman. Even when the woman puts a hairpin in the man's hair, he complies.

“Hmm, this sure looks good on blonde hair. I will buy it for Pasha! Wouldn't he be so cute wearing this?" Fuschia smiled happily while shaking a hairpin decorated with a purplish-blue butterfly in front of Dylan.

“Both you and