Both Aron and Max needed to cool their heads, and there was no better way to do that than by cruising along the coast, letting the ocean wind hit their faces. It was something Max had enjoyed in his previous life, though back then, he only had a motorbike.
But time was ticking.
Eventually, they pulled over near a boutique so Max could get changed. Aron bought a few small items so the staff wouldn't complain about them using the fitting room.
When Max stepped out of the changing room, Aron looked up, and almost didn't recognize him.
Wearing a sharp black suit, his hair slightly gelled back, and that bold red shirt underneath, Max looked like an entirely new man.
"I have to say… that rather cheap suit fits you surprisingly well," Aron said with a smirk.
"You can tell it's cheap, huh?" Max replied, adjusting the cuff of his sleeve. "They all feel a little different, but as long as it fits, that's what matters."
