The pretty one, duh!

You hop out of the car and grab Tom's hand. Practically pulling him off his feet as you make your way to the double doors next to Sears. You walk inside and you're greeted by the sights and smells of the power tools. Stopping for a moment you look around. You remember this place. You liked it. Why would you like it? This is how you break nails! Still you can't shake the idea something is off.

"Jess? Is something wrong?"

"N-no... I don't like this part of the store. Let's find a store for me!"

You begin tugging him again and Tom mutters to himself. Such a guy, groaning about shopping. Doesn't he realize what happens when he buys you clothes? It makes you happy! Still he prattles on about "increasing submission" and "decreasing attitude" and so many other words you totes don't get. You finally get to your fave boutique and head over to the racks of dresses. Tom follows a bit, slightly off to the side.