"Come on, just try it on." Lucas held out a black button-up shirt, the material catching the shop's warm lighting. "Gustavo's stuff is different. Trust me."
Noah stared at the shirt like it might bite him. The small boutique felt foreign - all polished wood and subtle lighting, nothing like the utility shops he usually frequented with Miss Harper anytime she felt be needed a few additions to his wardrobe. "I don't need-"
"Yeah, yeah, you don't need charity." Lucas rolled his eyes. "Consider it an investment in tonight's entertainment. Besides," he grinned, "I'm not giving you a choice, remember?"
Noah grabbed the shirt, muttering under his breath. "Abuse of power."
Amanda laughed from her perch on one of the boutique's sleek chairs. "He does that sometimes."
The changing room was barely bigger than a closet, mirrors on three sides reflecting Noah's scowl back at him. He changed quickly, refusing to look at his reflection until the last button was done.
