With my bangs, I looked younger.
I changed my clothes and walked past several streets, feeling a little tired. I stood in front of the window and looked at my reflection.
The more I looked at myself, the more I found myself amusing. I failed to hold back my laughter and burst out laughing.
Smiling at the window like a fool, I attracted strange looks from passersby. Everyone probably wondered if I was stupid.
"Miss, do you want to come in and have a look?"
When I came back to my senses, I found myself standing at the door of the store, looking at the clothes behind the window.
The others probably thought that I was laughing at the clothes behind the window.
Looking at the male model in the store, I was slightly relieved. Fortunately, I was not regarded as a psychopath.
"Alright!" Although I had no idea what I could buy in a men's clothing store, I entered under the expectant gaze of the shop assistant.
Initially, I just wanted to wander around, but I couldn't help stopping in front of a set of casual clothing.
It consisted of a woolen sweater, a grey leather jacket and white pants. It came off as casual, yet all the clothes were matched perfectly.
I couldn't help lifting my arms to touch the clothes, thinking, "How would Hendrix look in these clothes?"
He never wore clothes of other colors. Maybe he could try it out?
"Are you buying this for your boyfriend? This set is the latest design this year. With a discount of ten percent off, you can get it for five thousand and eight hundred dollars. You can get one for your boyfriend."
Five thousand and eight hundred dollars?
It seemed to be quite cheap compared to Hendrix's custom-made clothes.
The shop assistant asked, "Would you like to pay with your card, Miss?"
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