Their next stop was a stylish, modern men's clothing store—not a stuffy tailor, but a place that reflected his new, confident persona. The minimalist interior featured exposed brick walls and industrial lighting fixtures highlighting racks of designer menswear.
"I need your opinion," Satori said as he browsed through a rack of shirts. "My fashion sense is still developing."
"Why would I know anything about men's fashion?" Natalia scoffed, though secretly pleased to be consulted.
"Because you have taste. And you're brutally honest." He held up two button-down shirts. "Gray or blue?"
Natalia studied the options, then pointed to the charcoal gray. "That one brings out the intensity in your eyes."
As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted them. Satori's smug smile was insufferable.
"So you've been noticing the intensity of my eyes?"
"Shut up and try it on."
