"I'll ask a bodyguard to go with her."

Finally, Blair nodded in satisfaction and decided to give him a reward.

She lifted the cup of milk tea to his mouth and said, "Drink some."

"can I choose not to?" he asked. There was milk in it and he hated it.

“Of course."

Wesley was relieved.

“Don't treat other girls, including Megan and Garnet, the way you treat me," Blair continued. To be frank, this was getting tiresome. Earlier, she only had to deal with Megan. Now there was this Garnet too.

"Okay." Wesley had found that as long as he said “okay” to everything she wanted, Blair was happy.

“Hey listen. I didn't buy you anything last month after my payday. Now

I want to buy you a razor. Don't say no," she hastily added, seeing that he was about to open his mouth. Since Wesley spent most of his time in the army base, when she thought about the things that would be most useful to him, a razor seemed the most suitable option. He could use it every day, and think of her.

That, and a Lighter too. Wesley smoked a lot; but she had already given him a Lighter.

Before Wesley could speak, Blair continued, “Can I have a Look at your lighter?"

He took out a nifty little lighter from his pocket and handed it over to her. It was the one she had bought him. Surprised, she gasped.

"Have you been using it ever since I gave it to you?"

"Yes," he responded. He had been carrying it around with him ever since she had gifted it to him.

Blair felt like he was driving her nuts. He always claimed that he didn't like her. Then why did he choose to carry her present with him everywhere? She felt like she was getting mixed signals. It was so confusing.

She gave the lighter back to him and questioned in a feigned casual tone, "So, do you use an electric razor or a manual one?" She had been thinking about buying him a razor for quite a while, but had been afraid that he might refuse.

Since they were roaming the streets, she could buy one for him right now.

“An electric one. But you don't need to buy me a new one. Megan just gave me one," Wesley pointed out.

That came as a wet blanket. Someone had beaten her to it, and that someone just had to be Megan! “Really? When?"

“My last birthday." Wait, what? She didn‘t even know when his birthday was!

“How come I don't know your birthday?" Blair was mad now. And this time, she was mad at herself. How could she not know Wesley's birthday?

“I never celebrate my birthdays," he remarked.

That hardly made Blair feel better. The idea that he was using a razor

Megan had bought him was eating at her.