They pulled up in front of a Nike store, and Hana frowned. "Is this where you're taking me?"
Yuna smirked. "Nah, but you definitely can't wear those."
Hana glanced down at her worn-out sandals. "What's wrong with them?"
Yuna arched a perfectly sculpted brow. "Are you seriously asking me that?"
"They're not that bad," Hana muttered, rolling her eyes.
Yuna unbuckled her seatbelt, then leaned over to undo Hana's, her face just inches away. Her voice dropped to a low whisper. "Whatever you say, princess."
Hana's heart skipped a beat. "Stop calling me that," she managed to say, her voice shakier than she intended.
Yuna chuckled, stepping out of the car. "Come on, out you go."
"No way. You're not buying me shoes," Hana protested, crossing her arms stubbornly.
Yuna leaned against the open door, her expression calm but her tone firm. "Get out, or I'll carry you out."
"You wouldn't," Hana challenged, narrowing her eyes.
Yuna moved as if to make good on her threat, and Hana scrambled out of the car. "Fine! Oh my god, you're impossible."
Yuna smirked triumphantly. "Nah, I just always get what I want."
Hana huffed, glaring. "And what you want is shoes?"
Yuna held back a laugh, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Yeah, that's definitely what I want."
As her gaze trailed over Hana, a flicker of heat crossed Yuna's expression before she quickly masked it.
"Stop looking at me like that," Hana said, her confusion evident.
Yuna brushed past her, her fingers briefly grazing Hana's bare waist as she whispered, "What are you thinking, Hana?"
The touch sent an electric tingle through Hana, leaving a nervous flutter in her stomach.
"Nothing," Hana blurted, blushing furiously as she followed Yuna into the Nike store.
Yuna held the door open with a knowing smirk. "Whatever you say, princess."