"Don't touch me!" warned Camila.

"You're provoking me. Don't expect to share my bed tonight."

Their conversation flowed like sweet banter between love-struck partners.

Isaac guided her towards a ladies’ boutique, uttering, "Let's go inside and have a look."

Camila halted him, saying, "No need..."

“I'll pay the bill." Isaac enveloped her in his arms.

Having been with her for a year, he hadn't ever given her a present.

A slight pang of guilt hit him.

In a solemn voice, he assured, “Pick anything you want."

Camila pursed her lips and nestled into Isaac's chest. His proximity instilled a sense of security in her.

Isaac assisted her in picking out suitable attire.

A saleswoman approached.

"The garments displayed here are just samples. I can fetch a fresh piece if you require anything."

Throughout their companionship, Camila always opted for laid-back, cozy clothing. High fashion was barely present in her wardrobe.

Yet, the casual attire complimented her perfectly.

She radiated a youthful, vivacious aura.

She mirrored a young woman fresh out of university.

Isaac made some selections for her.

His eyes fell on a monochromatic dress that seemed to be a good fit for Camila. Thus, he pointed out, “This one."

The saleswoman, after sizing up Camila, instantly knew her measurements.