As he leisurely wandered around the mall, his eyes caught a pair of light tan pants paired with a thin linen shirt on a mannequin displayed inside a shop.
He paused, and without thinking much, stepped inside.
The store was cool, the air lightly scented with sandalwood cologne. He walked straight to the display, running his fingers across the fabric as he inspected it carefully.
It felt soft. High-quality. Luxurious in a quiet way.
Even though he had said he wanted to shop without looking at the price, he still took a peek at the tag, not because he couldn't afford it. No matter how expensive a shirt could be, it wouldn't be $100k. But obviously, he wouldn't spend that much on a single shirt. That would be plain foolish.
And honestly, it would be embarrassing to walk up to the counter and find that a simple shirt cost tens of thousands of dollars. Better safe than sorry. 〜(￣▽￣〜)
He hadn't reached that level of pretense…at least not yet.
