“Here you go, your majesty,” he says as he hands over one of the cups he had been carrying and handing it over to Misook who had been patiently waiting for him. His smile is teasing, because even though he does often feel like Misook is an actual queen, it has kind of become a bit of a running joke between them that one day he started to treat her like one. Sometimes she asks him to fetch something for her, and he does. It’s all in good fun though, and he thinks that she understands that as well. At least he knows that if he started to feel like she was using him, he’d let her know and he would stop. But he hasn’t felt like that so far. He’s not at her beck and call.
He brings the straw of his plastic cup to his lips and take a long sip of his iced latte even though it’s still cold outside at this time of the year. The mask he had been wearing before that has been shoved in the pocket of his coat and if he can be honest, he’s not looking forward to putting it back on once he’s going to be done drinking his coffee. “So? Now that we have our drinks, where are we going first?” They had not come here for nothing after all. There had been a plan all along, and that plan was to shop, maybe share some gossip, who knew. He knows which stores he wants to visit, but he doesn’t know where Misook wants to go, hence his question.
“Where you looking for something specific? A new pair of shoes? A new bag? Spring dresses?” And because he doesn’t want to assume, he adds, “Or maybe a new videogame? Or household items?” Hey, if she wanted a new plant, or Resident Evil 2, he’s not the one who’s going to judge her for it.