"This isn't what I meant by outing," Izan muttered as he waved the door shut with his barely free hand, arms overflowing with glossy bags—paper, plastic, monogrammed.
"I miss wooden doors", he muttered as he staggered past the entry hall, narrowly avoiding one of the ambient lamps and dropping the first set of bags onto the hallway bench with a dull thump.
A second trip followed—more bags and then more clatter, followed by a sigh.
The living room had become a holding zone for shopping trophies: folded jackets, clutches, candles, tiny skincare jars with price tags still stuck to them.
Miranda walked past in heels, humming, holding her phone up to the light as she squinted at something.
Olivia followed behind, carrying only a coffee cup and laughing at something Hori had just said.
Komi, predictably, had vanished somewhere upstairs the second they walked in.
Izan stood in the middle of the chaos, arms akimbo.
"This was a casual day out," he said, mostly to himself.
