“You don’t know what my music is.”
“I don’t need to.” This is going to be a long-ass drive.
He ends up leaving my jazz on, thankfully. He probably listens to something horrendous, like country music.
“What colour suit are you thinking?” Sebastian asks after twenty blissful minutes of silence. Our destination is roughly twenty more minutes away. So close, so far away.
“Black.” Is everyone suddenly driving slower?
“Black,” he repeats.
“You got a problem with that?”
“Sure, you could go with black, like they wear at funerals.”
“People wear black to weddings. Grooms wear black all the time.”
“Black won’t complement you.”
“Suits don’t talk at all, actually.” Why does he have to be so annoying?
“You’d be better off with a beige or a darker blue. Navy or sapphire.”
That’s four too many options. “I like black.”
“We can look at options when we get there.”
Great.
He’s at least silent the rest of the ride there. It’s a small mercy since I bet he’s gonna start talking again when we get in there.
The place he’s booked—I’d rather keep thinking Quinn was the one who booked it—is too fancy for my tastes. Very upscale boutique, with price tags way out of my budget. They better havea sales rack, or we’re going somewhere else. I don’t care how much the suit costs as long as it looks nice, and it fits well.
Sebastian knows the man inside by name because of course he does.Emil.Even his name sounds too fancy. He looks me up and down like a piece of meat, and I itch to pull out my keys and get the fuck out of here.
“Wedding. We love weddings,” he says with what looks disgustingly like a genuine smile. He’s only happy because weddings are like dollar signs for them.
“I just need a regular black suit. And a fitting.” That’s why I’m in a place like this. To make sure it fits properly. Not to get anything ridiculously fancy.
They both look at me like I said I wanted to burn the place down. “What?”
Sebastian pinches the bridge of his nose. “A regular black suit is for going to work, not for your wedding. Come over here, sit on this couch, Emil will bring you a coffee, and we’ll go through our options.”
“Coffee?” They’re going to serve me coffee? I bet it tastes good. This place screams “snob coffee.” I can enjoy a good coffee, especially if I’m not paying for it.
The couch is too soft, and I sink in a little, but the coffee is hot and tastes like heaven. I guess this won’t be all bad.
Until they start bringing out suits.Howare there so many kinds? And colours. It’s overwhelming. “That one.” I pick one at random. It’s a black two-piece with a white shirt. The red pocket square is a little strange, but maybe they’ll be satisfied with the splash of colour and let me leave.
Quinn would have let me leave already.
Sebastian raises his eyebrow, seeing right through me. He hangs the suit on the “no” rack. The fact we needyes,noandmayberacks is insane. This doesn’t need to be so complicated.Find something that looks nice, and fits, and shopping over. One, two, done.
“Do you do everything this slowly?” I mutter disdainfully. My mug is empty now too. Disappointment all around.
“Not everything,” he says with a smirk that is way too salacious.
“Funny. Why was that suit a no? I said yes.”
