The bag was pale purple leather, butter soft to the touch, and Tosh coveted it the moment she saw it in the exclusive little boutique. It was also wickedly expensive, and being the practical sort, Tosh just couldn’t justify spending so much.
That didn’t stop her pausing to gaze longingly at it whenever she passed the shop window.
Until, one day she paused to look and it was gone.
Smiling sadly, she returned to the Hub.
“Happy Birthday, Tosh.”
Seeing the joy on her face as she opened his present, Owen decided it had been worth every penny.