And Clayton's mind wasn't so much on the gift for his mum anymore. Instead he was watching the way that her eyes sparkled and how her curls framed her face just so before she shook them back. Mesmerized wasn't the word for it.

Why hadn't he run into this girl before?

"Did you like one?"

His mouth opened, his brow knitting in confusion. Did he like one what?

"For your mother?"

Oh right! The handbags.

He blinked before looking down at the handbags and pointed at the red one and then shook his head before the black one. "That one. It's elegant enough but not too much, right?"