Chapter 8
Benny met Amber at the shopping center. They both had errands to run and decided to do them together and then grab a bite to eat afterwards. It felt nice to walk around with someone, to point things out in the windows and laugh together.
She refused to let him buy the white dress shirt that he needed for work. “It’s so plain,” she said. “And I’m betting you already own like five of them.”
“Well, four now,” he said. “I need to replace one.” He didn’t count the high thread-count shirt that came with his fancy suit or the polo shirts.
“Yeah, I figured as much. You need one with a bit of color.”
“Ugh. No.”
“Yes. You need a little excitement in your life.” She was already pulling shirts off the rack and holding them up. She made faces at most of them and put them back, but by th
