Sophia had never believed in the concept of being overly dressed, but seeing the awkward look on Tyler's face as he stared at her, had her feeling that way for the first time in her life.
There was nothing serious about the way she was dressed. Washed blue jeans, a yellow crop top and her favorite black leather jacket paired with her white sneakers — which of course all came from a thriftshop — weren't something to be jawslacked about, neither would they make their way to a low ranked magazine. She was sure of that.
"You look like you've seen a ghost." Sophia commented as she strolled towards Tyler who was leaning against a car few feet away from the gate. He seemed more casually dressed than her, but his stonewall ash short and black Tee-shirt, didn't make a simple look out of him.
He was plainly dressed, yet he seemed like a he was donned in a million bucks. This was the advantage rich people had over fashion. Little effort, amazing result.
