The three vampires took the elevator up to the third floor of the T-Max building. The soft hum of the elevator and the gentle chime as it passed each floor seemed to underscore the sense of purpose that had filled Ezra since their earlier conversations.
He followed Olivia and Gen, who led him to a large, brightly lit department store specializing in high-end clothing.
A salesgirl greeted them at the entrance with a polite smile. "Good evening. How can I help you today?"
"We'll be shopping ourselves." Olivia waved her away.
Gen wasted no time. She grabbed Ezra by the arm and dragged him to the men's section. "We need to get you some new clothes," she declared, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.
Ezra barely had a chance to protest as Gen began holding up different shirts against him, sizing him up with a critical eye. She tossed aside shirts and jackets with the practiced ease of someone who had done this many times before.
