His eyes scrutinized his reflection ever so carefully, over each how each wrinkle fell on the clothing that was on his body. “I don’t like the color,” the other said after a few moments of silence. Their words were different from what the few others in the boutique were speaking, but it matched the English in the music that was playing. Min recognized the band as he had stepped out of the fitting room.“Really?” he said, his brows coming together, trying to analyze the color of the shirt. It was blue, wasn’t it? “It’s undertone doesn’t suit you,” Min’s shopping companion continued. It had been a short time since Min had been reunited with his friend from London, Ian. Well, now he called him ‘Minki.’ “You’re the artist between the two of us,” Min agreed, trusting the other’s opinion. Min had been running out of ‘professional’ clothes, and it had occurred to him after several weeks of teaching that his fellow music teacher had never worn the same outfit ever, thus making him feel self conscious about what he had at first figured to be his clever mixing and matching skills. “Too back you can’t wear leather jackets to work,” Minki joked, Min throwing him a narrow eyed glare as he walked back to the fitting rooms. He sighed once he got there, giving up on trying clothes on for now. Taking the shirts he had picked out, he handed them back to the salesgirl to put back on the racks before walking towards his friend.“I think I need some alcohol in me first,” Min said, walking past the other, a mischievous grin on his face as he led the way.
