CHAPTER THIRTY TWO: Red is my favorite color
I hummed something I’d caught over the TV while tapping my chin in rhythm. I have no idea why I’m doing that but for some reason I can’t help it. In my head, all I can think of is her.
“What do you think? Too flashy?” Justin questioned, walking out of the changing room. Tell me why again did I agree to accompany Justin in one of his insane suit shopping spree? The guy was choosier than anybody I’d never met. I almost felt sorry for the shopping assistant he’d recently hired. The young man was sweating profusely and more times I’d counted, I’d caught him giving Justin a stink eye secretly.
“I think its okay,” I shrugged.
“You’ve said that for the past ten suits,” He sighed, plopping next to me, “You are the worst shopping partner, you know,”
