After a few more weeks of checkup, the doctors had cleared me and told me that my injury was healing so well that there would not be any scarring.
Garett came to pick me up after my checkup. I was so incredibly happy to see that I had someone I love waiting for me.
"Arielle, how was your checkup?" Garett asked with a sweeter smile than usual.
My heart squeezed upon seeing his smiling face.
"It was great," I said as I ran to him and hugged his chest.
"Let's go on a date then," Garett said as he took my hand and pulled me along.
He seems a bit more forceful than usual, but I did not mind since I was happy just being with him.
"Where are we going?" I asked him.
"Let me buy you some clothes," Garett said as he pulled me into a ladies' boutique. "You like tan- and maroon-colored clothes, right?"
Huh? Did I ever mention my favorite colors to him before?
"Yes, I do," I said.
"Please find me a blouse that is of a tan color and can be matched with several kinds of outfits and a maroon-colored skirt with a high waist," Garett asked the clerk.
Garett usually does not care much about fashion.
"Right away, Sir," the shop clerk said as she brought out an outfit that completely aligned with what I usually like to wear.
I tried it on immediately and saw that his selection suited me quite well. The blouse was slightly tan and had frilly sleeves that were not overbearing, and the skirt fit comfortably around my waist.
"You look beautiful, Arielle," Garett said with a smile as he slipped on a red flower hair accessory into my hair.
"...I would like to wear this out as is," I told the shop clerk.
As I was about to pay, Garett beat me to it first.
"This is to celebrate your discharge from the hospital," Garett said.
"...Garett," I said with a happy face.
My heart welled up with joy as I hugged his arm.
"...You do not mind if I continue holding your arm, yes?" I asked with upturned eyes.
Garett showed me a shy face as he accepted my clinginess.
Garett took me around to a bookstore, a hip restaurant that served lunch, and even took me on a romantic walk through the park.
"Are you not enjoying yourself?" Garett asked.
I was enjoying myself but found myself lost in thought.
"...Are you forcing yourself?" I asked as I pulled Garett aside behind a tree.
"Forcing myself?"
"You usually do not like doing activities like these," I said.
"...Can't I do something like this for you once in a while?" Garett asked as he rubbed my cheeks with his thumb.
I stood on the tips of my toes and kissed his lips.
"...I am not saying that you can't," I said as I held his shoulders.
"I see...You actually wanted me to pay attention to you this way," Garett said as he leaned down and cupped his hands around my face.
"...If you know, the decency is not to ask," I said with a slight pout.
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