Yuna:
Yuna was still holding the dress package when Ethan spoke again.
"If you want to buy more things, go ahead."
She blinked.
"What?"
Ethan looked around the boutique calmly.
"You came here to shop. Don't stop just because of one payment."
Yuna shook her head immediately.
"No, it's fine. I already bought enough."
Ethan didn't seem convinced.
Without another word, he reached into his wallet and pulled out a sleek black card.
He held it out toward her.
"Take this."
Yuna looked down at the card and then back at him.
"…Ethan."
"It's unlimited."
Her eyes widened slightly.
"I know what it is."
The famous black card. No limit. No restrictions.
She pushed his hand back gently.
"I'm not taking that."
Ethan frowned slightly.
"Why not?"
"Because it's your money."
"And?"
"And I can't just spend it."
Ethan's expression remained calm.
"You can."
She shook her head again.
"No."
For a moment Ethan simply stared at her.
Then he sighed quietly and grabbed her hand.
Before she could react, he placed the card in her palm and closed her fingers around it.
"Keep it."
"Ethan—"
"I don't have anyone who spends my money anyway."
His voice was so casual that it made her pause.
Yuna looked down at the card again.
"You're serious?"
"Yes."
"That's a dangerous thing to say to a woman who likes shopping."
Ethan's lips moved slightly, almost a smile.
"I'll survive."
Yuna studied him for a moment.
Then she slipped the card into her bag.
"Fine."
Ethan raised an eyebrow.
"That was fast."
She smiled a little.
"But there's a condition."
"What condition?"
"You're having lunch with me."
Ethan paused.
"Lunch?"
"Yes."
He checked his watch briefly.
"I have meetings—"
"You said the shopping is your treat," she interrupted.
"Yes."
"Then lunch is also your treat."
Ethan looked at her quietly.
"You're negotiating with me."
"Yes, I am."
After a moment he nodded.
"Fine."
He took out his phone and sent a quick message.
"I'll book a restaurant."
Yuna tilted her head slightly.
"You always move this fast?"
"I prefer efficiency."
A few seconds later he put the phone away.
"It's done."
She smiled.
"Good."
Then she suddenly remembered something and her eyes brightened.
"Oh, by the way…"
Ethan looked at her.
"I came here with your car."
"My car?"
"Yes."
He frowned slightly.
"Which one?"
"The Porsche."
Ethan stared at her.
"You drove it here?"
"Yes."
"You drove my Porsche?"
She nodded casually.
"I know how to drive."
"That's not the issue."
"Then what is?"
"That car isn't exactly small."
Yuna crossed her arms.
"Are you saying I can't handle it?"
Ethan looked at her for a moment.
"…You probably can."
She smiled proudly.
"Good."
Then she added with a playful tone,
"I want to drive us to the restaurant."
Ethan's eyebrows lifted slightly.
"You're driving?"
"Yes."
He stared at her like he was trying to decide if this was a bad idea.
"You trust me, right?" she asked.
Ethan's gaze stayed on her face for a moment.
Then he sighed softly.
"Alright."
Yuna's smile widened.
"Perfect."
They walked out of the boutique together.
Outside, the sleek black Porsche was parked nearby.
Yuna walked straight to the driver's side and opened the door confidently.
Ethan watched her with mild amusement.
"You look very confident."
"I am."
She got into the driver's seat and started the engine.
The powerful engine purred smoothly.
Ethan sat in the passenger seat beside her.
As she pulled the car onto the road, she glanced at him.
"You know… this is technically our first date."
Ethan turned his head slightly toward her.
"…Who said it's a date?"
She smiled while keeping her eyes on the road.
"I did."
He watched her quietly for a moment.
"Bold."
"You should get used to it."
The Porsche moved smoothly through the city streets, sunlight reflecting off the glass buildings.
For the first time that day—
Ethan wasn't thinking about work.
He was just watching Yuna drive, the wind lightly moving her hair as she smiled to herself.
And somehow…
He didn't mind it at all.