Chapter 90: My Favourite Stern
Both Aron and Max needed to cool their heads, and there was no better way to do that than by cruising along the coast, letting the ocean wind hit their faces. It was something Max had enjoyed in his previous life, though back then, he only had a motorbike.
But time was ticking.
Eventually, they pulled over near a boutique so Max could get changed. Aron bought a few small items so the staff wouldn’t complain about them using the fitting room.
When Max stepped out of the changing room, Aron looked up, and almost didn’t recognize him.
Wearing a sharp black suit, his hair slightly gelled back, and that bold red shirt underneath, Max looked like an entirely new man.
"I have to say... that rather cheap suit fits you surprisingly well," Aron said with a smirk.
"You can tell it’s cheap, huh?" Max replied, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. "They all feel a little different, but as long as it fits, that’s what matters."
"You look like a different person. If you’d walked into the jewelry store dressed like this, I bet you wouldn’t have had any trouble getting service," Aron replied.
"People who judge others by what they wear are not the kind of people I want anything to do with," Max said as he walked past, heading toward the exit.
"One more thing," Aron called out. "You look good in red. You should wear it more often. It’s a luck—"
"Don’t say it," Max interrupted, holding out a hand as he headed toward the car. "Just... don’t say it."