Oops.....I summoned a Demon

Chapter 4 – Shopping with a Demon

Kael had many opinions about mortal life.

Unfortunately for me, most of them were voiced loudly, in public, and with absolutely no shame.

So naturally, I thought it was a great idea to take him clothes shopping.

We stepped into the mall and Kael stopped in the middle of the entrance like he’d just discovered another dimension.

“This… is a palace.”

“It’s a shopping center,” I corrected, weaving past a woman with a stroller.

He tilted his head, studying the glass storefronts, the glowing signs, the food court in the distance. “Mortals built a temple to commerce. I approve.”

Our first stop was a men’s clothing store. I’d been low-key dying to get him out of the leather pants-and-shirtless combo before mall security had a heart attack.

I shoved a black button-up into his hands. “Try this.”

He eyed it like it might bite him. “Darling, you’re trying to hide my chest. Why?”

“Because we’re in public. And because mall Karen is about five minutes from calling the cops.”

Inside the changing room, Kael managed to make trying on a shirt sound like an epic battle.

“How does one… insert one’s arms into this contraption?”

“It’s not a contraption, it’s a shirt,” I said, stifling a laugh.

When he finally emerged, the shirt fit perfectly. Too perfectly. He looked like he’d walked straight out of a high-end magazine ad—tall, broad-shouldered, devastating smirk.

I swallowed hard. “Yeah… that works.”

His grin widened. “You’re staring, darling.”

“I’m evaluating,” I said quickly. “Strictly fashion-related.”

“Of course,” he said, voice dripping with amusement.

He tried on several more outfits—dark jeans, a soft hoodie (which he declared “suspiciously comfortable”), even a pair of sneakers.

“This feels wrong,” he muttered, flexing his foot. “My boots are weapons. These are… pillows.”

“That’s the point.”

“I don’t like this point.”

Then we wandered into a*****e that sold pastel sweaters and floral shirts.

Kael picked up a lavender sweater, studied it, and said with complete seriousness, “This is the color of your room at dawn. I want it.”

I froze. “You… noticed the color of my room?”

He shrugged. “I notice a lot about you.”

And just like that, my brain short-circuited.

In the accessories section, he found sunglasses. He tried on three different pairs, striking increasingly ridiculous poses until I was doubled over laughing.

“I like these,” he said, putting on a sleek black pair. “They make me look mysterious.”

“You already look mysterious.”

“Then they make me look double mysterious.”

At checkout, Kael carried all the bags like some victorious warlord returning from battle.

On the way out, he caught our reflection in a shop window. He paused, studying it. “We look good together,” he said casually.

I pretended not to hear him. My heart didn’t get the memo.