"Let me handle it," replied Isaac.

After contemplating for a moment, Camila accepted, "Alright."

Isaac might handle it better.

Her social interaction skills were unpolished.

Isaac, on the other hand, was accustomed to socializing, making him the right person to plan.

“How many guests should I anticipate?" Isaac asked.

“Roughly ten," answered Camila.

“Alright.”

Knowing the number of attendees would make arranging the dinner smoother.

"I'll drop you home to rest," Isaac offered. He knew she had been exerting herself lately, and with the issue resolved, she deserved some downtime.

Nonetheless, Camila had another plan.

"I wish to visit the mall.

Joe's outgrown his clothes. I'll purchase a few for him. The timing seems right."

"I'll accompany you."

As they chatted, he steered the car towards the shopping center.

Studying him, Camila asked, “Aren't you preoccupied?"

"Yes, but it's not urgent. I can spare time to shop with you," reassured Isaac, turning towards her.

"You don't mind my company, do you?"

Camila remained silent, implying consent.

Isaac escorted her to the busiest shopping hub at the city's heart, home to all premium boutiques.