Chapter 12: Spoiling
A few blocks away, the suit store he wanted to go caught his eye. The front wall was all glass, showing everything inside. He walked in.
No music. No doorbell. Just quiet and cold air from the AC units.
The place didn’t need to impress anyone. It already knew it was top-tier.
A woman stood near the counter, folding a deep blue pocket square.
She had long brown hair tied in a loose braid and brownish eyes.
"Looking for something?" she asked.
Terrence ran his fingers over the sleeve of a charcoal suit near the entrance.
"Something dark, not too serious, comfortable... and ready to wear."
Her lips pulled into a soft smile. "Follow me."
She led him past rows of suits into a private fitting space. Mirrors covered every wall.