Miranda's point of view.
Exhaling heavily, I entered the store and joined Kaspar and Claire.
"What have you picked?" I asked, looking at Kaspar.
"I didn't pick anything yet. I was waiting for you," he answered.
I simply nodded and began walking through the T-shirt aisle. Kaspar and Claire were following behind, but Kaspar was a bit closer to me as he was directly at my back.
"You can pick whatever you—"
"No," he interrupted me. "I want you to pick for me."
I stopped walking at once and turned around with my brows raised.
"Why? You're here in the store and your hands are functioning well. Just browse around and pick whatever you like."
He rubbed the back of his neck as it suddenly turned red and let out a brief, embarrassed laugh.
"I haven't shopped for clothes in a while. I don't know the trend nowadays," he said.
"Oh... that's right," I agreed. According to his story, he's always been on the run and hardly has money for food—he definitely wouldn't have money to buy clothes.
"But don'
