"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."
