The Hot Sextuplets

Who's gift is this?

"This is pure diamond, imported just recently and still in mint condition, it's small but classy for women who like it simple."

After work, Dean finds himself standing in front of a clear glass display that holds countless jewelry hostage and seated on fluffy velvet pillows.

"Ok..." Dean trails his eyes to the next necklace and can't really decide which one she'd like.

He knows he shouldn't really be giving her anything, since she's using the dinner to apologize. But he can't help arriving empty handed since everyone is always gifting him things even when it's just a meeting dinner.

So it's just tradition buying gifts for each other. No matter how small or expensive...

"I'll get the emerald, not the diamond." Dean sighs as he pulls out his card and hands it over to the man who smiles and nods. "Don't wrap it, just the casing is fine. Make it simple because it's a casual meeting."

"Noted." He nods and walks off with the necklace before coming back moments later with a beautiful dark green case labeled with the brand's name. "Would you like to pay in installments? We have only two options, half-."

"-Full. Charge it in full." Dean points out and the man raises his brows but nods and does as told.

Dean sighs as he looks down at the clock on his wrist, biting his lip as the man behind the counter stares at him, intrigued to be seeing him buying such a feminine gift.

He's been walking in and out more times than not, buying necktie clips or suit accessories, but never anything gender specific.

"Are you seeing someone?" The jeweler asks as he smirks and leans onto the glass counter.

He'd been his loyal customer, so they have a few chats here and there, but nothing too formal.

"No. It's just a gift." Dean clears his throat as he takes the box. "It's just a dinner."

"Never seen you buy anything for a woman though. She must be a special case." He teases Dean who only feels his face fluster.

"Nothing too serious. She's just repaying something I did for her."

"Then why are you buying gifts?"

"It's wrong to show up empty handed."

"Hm..."

"Anyway, I should get going." Dean looks back at the jeweler who keeps smiling at him, awful lot like a father smiling at his son's accomplishments.

The man is well over his fifties but is always up and down running the jewelry store as though he has no employees.

Though he's always only attending the front when Dean arrives, but for his age and the amount of money he has, he should just be sitting back and watching from his office.

"Tip from your old man, if you like a woman, don't waste time, or else she'll be taken from you."

"I'm not interested in her. Stop assuming things." He rolls his eyes and turns quickly, leaving the store with the man chuckling.

Stepping out of the store, Dean stares down at the box and wonders if he really is doing too much for just a casual meeting with her.

Not like she would do anything serious...

"It's almost time, sir. If we are to arrive soon we better leave now." The driver says as he steps out of the car and bows slightly. "The maids have your clothes selected and prepared."

"Okay." Dean nods and walks towards the car, getting in as he glances down at his watch again.

The drive back to the mansion is a blur as his eyes still remain glued onto the box, still unsure if it's okay to even gift her this necklace.

Wouldn't she feels more indebted to him if he hands her this? After all, she's the one that insisted she needed to compensate him with the dinner. It should be her giving him the gift.

On the contrary... He did see her body when he wasn't supposed to. Though the circumstances didn't give him a choice... He can just pretend at least that the gift is just an early apology for when she finds out he was the one that undressed her.

It makes more sense that way anyway.

Finally peeling his eyes from the box, he looks up as the car comes to a stop by a red light, further delaying his drive back home to prepare.

He turns his attention out of the window and widens his eyes when he can see, through the large windows, Aria standing inside a small boutique with a woman right beside her, stretching out a dress she's wearing as she stares at the mirror.

The dress isn't anything fancy or elegant, something he'd see women wear on a casual saturday afternoon just to feel a bit pretty.

It grips the chest enough to define it and is loose around the waist to the knees. Flowery and comfortable to wear just about anywhere for a small errand.

Dean watches for a while as she seems to be shaking her head in denial while talking to the woman who seems to be insisting that she gets it.

Her eyes wonder around for a bit before she looks out of the store and directly at him, getting him to duck under and clench his jaw when he prays he wasn't seen.

Right... The windows are tinted. Dean sits back straight and nervously glances back into the store when he notices her now walking away with another pile of dresses. Is she shopping... for our meeting?

Before he could see more choices, the light turns green and the car moves off, leaving him in suspense.

Surely after seeing her trying to buy a dress, he can't wear something too casual.

He'd look like he didn't put in an effort.

He clears his throat and opens his phone as he types, in the search bar, 'What conversations to have with women'.

Sadly his social skills with women surely aren't on a good scale, but it's not like he hasn't tried talking casually with women before.

He just can't.

Being with a woman alone is difficult and talking to them alone isn't desirable to say the least.

Why did I insist on the dinner? He clenches his jaw as he looks out the countless topics he can talk about. I should have accepted a gift...