Camila's first shopping experience in such a location was an eye-opener.

She wasn't fond of accessorizing excessively as it interfered with her work.

Her only adornment was a wristwatch to keep track of time.

Once Isaac parked the car, he took her hand.

“Your cabinet is empty.

Let's fill it up."

In a playful tone, Camila retorted, "The bill's on you. I'm broke."

Isaac glanced at her, a chuckle escaping his lips.

“Isn't what's mine, yours?"

Like all women, sweet words brought a smile to her face.

Arm in arm with Isaac, she joked, "Swear it."

"Swear?" Isaac echoed, feigning seriousness.

Camila quickly withdrew her arm, pushing him aside.

"Stay away from me."

Undeterred, Isaac pulled her into an embrace. Whispering in a deep, husky voice, he reassured with a smile, “I swear."

His warm breath tickled her, making her squirm.

She wriggled out of his hold, glaring at him.

Isaac, amused at her blushing face, couldn't resist pinching her cheek.

Pulling away, Camila exclaimed, “That hurts!"

Isaac teased, "Do you want me to be gentle?"