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Anna?

Jake grinned slightly as he pedalled away from his final stop. Today hasn't been so bad after all. Though his morning had been bumpy—marked by the bitter encounter with the old man who had cheated/ scammed him—that didn't mean the entire day was a wash. In fact, he had pushed himself harder than ever before.

.Apart from that one sour customer, he had managed to deliver dozens of packages to various parts of the city. He had worked with a frantic, desperate energy, riding so fast and for so long that his legs had eventually gone numb. When the terrain became too rough or the alleys too narrow for his rusty bicycle, he simply dismounted and moved on foot, his lungs burning with every step.

 He didn't do this out of a love for the job. He did it for a reason—or more specifically, for a person.Jake eventually pulled up to a local clothing store. It was a well-known spot in this part of town; it wasn't the kind of place where the city's elite shopped, but it was the highest-grade store available for locals who lacked the funds for designer labels. 

  For a guy like Jake, even this "local" store felt like a luxury he couldn't afford.He stood before the entrance and took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. He was about to do something that most people would consider sheer insanity. To spend this much money on a single item when his rent was barely paid was a gamble, but in his mind, it was essential.He pushed open the heavy glass door. The interior was a stark contrast to the grimy, exhaust-filled streets of Avalud. Inside, the air was cool and smelled of expensive fabric. Rows of women’s accessories lined the walls—everything from delicate jewellery and designer scarves to high-heeled shoes that shimmered under the recessed lighting.

 Jake gulped, feeling a bit out of place in his sweat-stained shirt, but he headed straight for the counter. A receptionist was already waiting there, greeting him with a polished, professional smile.

."Hello, sir! How can I help you today?" she asked, her voice sweet and welcoming.Jake forced a smile back. 

 "I plan on buying a gown. But it needs to be of high quality". Jake replied 

The receptionist’s smile remained steady as she began typing on her laptop. 

 "I see. Sir, would you like to know our price ranges first?"

Jake nodded firmly. 

"Yes, please tell me."

 "Of course," she explained, her fingers still dancing across the keys.

  "We have three main categories. First are our Low-Quality dresses, which range from one hundred to three hundred dollars. Next are the Mid-Quality pieces, which fall between four hundred and nine hundred dollars. Finally, we have our High-Quality selection. Those range from one thousand all the way up to ten thousand dollars."

Jake swallowed hard. The numbers felt like a physical weight in the room. The receptionist watched him closely, her eyes gauging his reaction.

."So, if I may ask," she continued, "what quality of dress are you interested in today?"It only took Jake a few seconds to make his choice. He thought about the hours in the sun, the grease on his hands, and the years of saving. "I plan on buying from the High-Quality collection," he answered.

 The receptionist’s smile grew noticeably warmer.

. "Of course, sir. Please follow me". She led him toward the VIP section. While this store was considered a "beginner" boutique compared to the sprawling malls in the wealthy districts, it was the crown jewel of this neighborhood.

 Entering the VIP lounge, Jake felt his heart hammer against his ribs.Rows of expensive gowns hung on gold-plated racks. Their rich textures and vibrant colors caught the light beautifully. Jake’s eyes sparkled as he took in the craftsmanship; he looked like a man seeing a different world for the first time.The receptionist caught his expression and smirked playfully. 

 "So, I take it this is your first time purchasing, or even seeing, clothes of this caliber?"

Jake nodded, then hesitated. "Yes and no."

The receptionist raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

. "What do you mean by that, sir? Could you elaborate?"

 "I said 'yes' because this is the first time I’m actually purchasing something this expensive," Jake explained, his voice low. "But I said 'no' because it isn’t the first time I’ve seen them. Growing up, I saw plenty of wealthy people wearing clothes like this. I’ve even worked for some of them. I know what quality looks like."

.The receptionist nodded, a look of respect finally touching her eyes.Jake began to scan the racks slowly. His eyes eventually landed on a particular dress that seemed to outshine the rest. It was a deep, vibrant red, crafted from a silk so fine it looked like liquid. It was elegant, bold, and perfect. He checked the tag: two thousand dollars.Jake gritted his teeth. It was his life's savings—the result of every extra delivery and every skipped meal. But he didn't hesitate. He handed over his card, and the transaction was completed in a blur of mechanical beeps.

 "Thank you for shopping with us, sir," the receptionist said, bowing slightly as she handed him the premium garment bag.Jake took the bag, feeling a strange sense of accomplishment. He turned to leave, his mind already imagining the look on her face when he presented the gift. But just as he reached the door, a familiar voice cut through the quiet hum of the store.It was a voice he knew better than his own. It was a laugh that had comforted him through his darkest nights.

"Anna?" he whispered.

He turned toward the front of the store, and his heart didn't just drop—it shattered. There she was, standing by the jewellery display. She looked radiant, but she wasn't alone. She was leaning into a man who wore a suit that probably cost more than Jake's entire apartment building.The man had his arm draped possessively around her waist, and Anna was smiling at him with a look of pure adoration—a look she hadn't given Jake in a very long time.