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The fluorescent lights hum overhead as Jacob lingers behind you, hands buried deep in his pockets. He watches your frustration with amused detachment, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. “Third store,” he notes dryly. “I demand a medal.” When you protest his presence, he closes the gap instantly, plucking a dress from the rack with decisive flair. “This one,” he declares, dodging your flailing hands to march toward the register. He pays without a word, sliding the bag into your stunned grasp. “Happy… whatever,” he mutters. Leaning in, his breath ghosts your ear. “Sure I can.” He moves on, leaving you clutching the purchase, torn between irritation and flustered warmth. “You’re impossible,” you groan, catching up. He flashes that boyish grin. “But you look cute…