He didn’t mind at all. Buying the flowers was something he wanted to do. Without hesitation, Vincent paid for the flowers.

The little girl lit up with excitement, bowing repeatedly.

“Thank you, sir! You must really love your girlfriend. She’s so lucky!”

Katelyn froze, a blush creeping up her face.

“No, no, you’ve got it wrong! We’re not a couple. Don’t say that.” Besides, Vincent had a fiancée.

Vincent glanced at her, his voice steady.

“Let’s go.”

Yet, there was a subtle emotion in his eyes when he looked at Katelyn, one she couldn’t quite decipher.

The girl paid no attention to Katelyn’s protests and happily handed her the bouquet before skipping away.

Katelyn stared at the flowers in her hands, a mix of embarrassment and helplessness bubbling inside her.

“These are yours,” she said, holding them out to Vincent.

She didn’t want to carry them; it would only draw attention and cause unnecessary misunderstandings. There was nothing romantic between them, after all.

But Vincent barely glanced at the flowers and replied calmly, “Keep them. They’re for you.” With that, he continued their walk.

Katelyn sighed, hesitating for a moment before following him. The flowers felt awkward in her hands, but throwing them away felt wrong too. With a soft sigh, she resigned herself and kept holding onto the bouquet.

As they strolled through the lively market, her discomfort gradually faded. The vibrant stalls and quirky trinkets caught her attention, and soon, she found herself buying a few small items.

By the time they reached the end of the market, her hands were full. That was when she realized something. Vincent had silently paid for everything she’d picked out. Though it wasn’t much, it still left her feeling uneasy.

When they passed a food stand, the smell of hot dogs made her stomach growl. She walked up to the vendor and said, “Two hot dogs, please.”

The vendor smiled warmly.

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The delicious aroma wafted through the air, and Katelyn realized she was quite hungry, having not eaten anything since leaving the office. Katelyn turned to Vincent.

“These are really good. You should try one.” She couldn’t help but wonder—had he ever eaten street food before? Someone from his background probably hadn’t.

To her surprise, Vincent nodded and reached for his wallet.

Just as he was paying, a little boy passed by with his mother, saying excitedly, “Mom, I want a hot dog too! Dad will pay later!”

Katelyn blinked, feeling momentarily thrown off by the random comment. She glanced at Vincent, who was handing bills to the vendor. Something about it didn’t sit right with her.

Vincent didn’t seem to mind. He finished paying, his movements as calm as ever.

The vendor handed them the hot dogs with a cheerful, “Here you go! Enjoy!”

Katelyn took hers and avoided looking at Vincent. She made a mental note—next time, she’d bring Aimee to the market instead. It would save her from all this unnecessary awkwardness.

Still, she couldn’t deny that spending time with Vincent wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

But that thought lingered for a moment before she quickly shoved it aside. Vincent had a fiancée—she had no business entertaining such thoughts.

“Let’s go,” Vincent said, breaking her train of thought.

Katelyn nodded simply. She took a moment to gather herself before quietly following Vincent’s lead.

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