Agatha Adamson couldn't take her gaze off of her son as he sat quietly in the back seat. It had taken him what felt like forever to get out of his room and in preparation for their lunch, but that wasn't the issue. She looked down at the rather bizarre fashion choice he went with for lunch with their friends, before turning her attention back to her husband.
Henry Adamson seemed to have noticed it too but continued to keep mute with his hands on the steering wheel. He shook his head as often as he could and looked through the center mirror intermittently. Vukan acted oblivious to his parents gawking at him because he just didn't care. He donned what he wanted and that was it.
The plain looking shirt with ripped holes and jeans wasn't appropriated for a lunch, but a beach event. In fact, he had gotten it in hopes of inviting Oliver to a beach party with him sometime in the fall before choosing it amongst other better wears for this particular function.
