Shopping.

"So what's the plan for the rest of the day?" Ryan asked, looking at his phone to check the time.

"Shopping?" Marlissa replied with a heart-melting smile.

"Didn't we go shopping yesterday? he asked.

"Yes, but that was Fifth Avenue," she replied with a cute pout. "I want to go to Madison Avenue today."

"Okay, honey," he shrugged. "It's the least I could after all the sex I just had!"

"I hope your trust fund can pay off your credit card bill, my love!" Marlissa giggled, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Me too..." he sighed but accepted his fate that if he was to have a succubus-turned-supermodel wife she needed more clothes. "Want me to get an Uber?"

"No, we can walk," she replied. "Madison Avenue is just one block over."

"Again, I'm impressed you can walk so far in heels," Ryan said, talking his wife by the hand as they started walking.

Most of the buildings may not have changed in the decades since Marlissa was last on Earth but the storefronts have. Their walk last twice as long as it should have if she did not continuously stop in front of store windows to stop gaze inside. Eventually they reached the more glamorous Italian and French designer boutiques like Hermès, Celine, and Missoni.

"Who is Tom Ford?" Marlissa asked curiously when they arrived at the store bearing his name.

"I guess he's after your time," Ryan chuckled. "God, it's embarrassing I know this. He was the former creative director at Gucci for ten years until 2004 and is credited for saving the fashion house from bankruptcy. He started his own afterwards."

"May we go inside and check out the store?" she asked.

"What's a couple thousand dollars more to my credit card statement?" Ryan shrugged, lifting up the boutique bags he was carrying.

"Thank you, my love," Marlissa smiled, giving him a kiss before they entered the high end boutique.

Ryan suggested to his wife that perhaps she should buy some sneakers if she insisted they walk back to his parents' house in the Upper West Side through Central Park instead of taking a taxi or the subway.

"What about this one?" she asked, showing off a pair of hot pink satin low top sneakers. "They are cute!"

"I'm afraid to ask how much it costs," he muttered.

"Eight hundred and ninety dollars but it is on sale for four hundred and forty-five dollars!" she squealed.

"That's a great deal," he nodded, noting that his wife missed the sarcasm in his voice.