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"Felicity, if you ask me one more time whether this is okay or not, I will tell everyone you know at school who you have a crush on," Roman threatened light-heartedly as he emptied out his basket onto the cashier's desk.
He understood people's reservations against being spoiled. He understood that some people felt uncomfortable when large sums of money were spent on them, and also, the feeling of not wanting to owe anyone anything. But this was Fliss's birthday, and therefore, they had the right to spoil her and buy her nice gifts. And Roman loved that he was in a financial situation where he could afford to do that for his future step-sister-in-law.
Roman paid for the cosmetics with his card then carried the large, stripey bag out of the store. Once they reached the car, he reached in and pulled out Fliss's three lipsticks, handing them to her so she could hold them and maybe even put them on.
"Okay, where do you want to go for dinner, birthday girl?"