Iren had been flirting non-stop. We actually got kicked out of one store because a jealous husband complained about the “dangerous-looking man” who was “bothering” his wife. She didn’t seem bothered, though. She looked thrilled.
I’ve never had so much fun shopping for clothes, and I could tell Haru was warming up to Iren.
“I’m gonna get some coffee. What do you guys want?” I ask, placing the shopping bags on one of the empty chairs.
“Iced coffee with lots of cream!” Haru almost shouts.
Iren shakes his head, declining, and leans all the way back in his chair, stretching out lazily.
As I head inside, I notice the envious stares from women who’ve caught sight of Iren. He’s a good-looking guy—thick hair, solid build, and a face you wouldn’t mind waking up to. But it’s his eyes that steal
