5
Ethan
We walk into a*****e that looks like it only sells items that cost more than I make in a month, or used to make, before I got fired last week. Gah.
A woman walks up to us. “Mr and Mr Powell, what can I do for you today?”
Of course, people working at places like this would be up to date about things, but it does feel weird to be called Mr Powell.
“I need a suit for Ethan.” Max talks like this is the most normal thing in the world.
“Of course, follow me.” The woman walks in front of us, her high heels click-clacking on the white floor and her dress hugging tightly, everywhere. “What colour were you thinking of?”
Max looks at me, but I shrug. I have no idea, I just went with whatever others thought looked good on me.
“Dark purple or dark blue, something like that. Not too form
