I sit in silence, staring at the car parked in front of us. Luke sighs and sits back in his seat. “How about…. We get you some more casual clothes?” He gives me an inquisitive look. “You don’t have to wear a suit all the time. And you can’t use those ratty, ripped up clothes all the time.” I shrug. “Alright, let’s go then.”

He starts the car and pulls away from the curb. I zone out as he weaves through the streets once again. He tries to talk to me but his voice is miles away. Not that I care to hear him.

Finally, the car stops and Luke shuts it off. The haze clears from my thoughts and my vision focuses. We’re on another street of store fronts. This time they seem slightly more casual. The windows have mannequins in casual clothing or workout attire. Despite this, they still feel unnecessarily expensive.

He ushers me from store to store buying things that look “cute on me.” Jeans, T-shirts, shorts, shoes and so on. By the end of our spree I’m carrying more clothes than I could ever need. While looking down at the excess of bags in my hands, I finally stop and realize what’s happening. “Luke…”

He stops and turns his head to look back at me, tilting it to the side. “Luke, what is the point of this? Aren’t you going to make me wear a suit everyday? That’s why you spent all the money at Samuel’s store. When am I ever gonna have time to wear all this?”

He turns around fully now and looks up to the sky with a finger over his lips in thought. “Huh, I suppose I didn’t think about that.” He taps his finger on his upper lip a few times. A second later, his eyes light up and he looks at me with a point. “How about this? You can wear whatever you like most days, but if I have any company over you’ll have to wear a suit. Also whenever I tell you to because I liked the way you looked in them.” I let out a sigh and stare at him, tired. I shrug, he smiles, and we move on to the next store.

Hours pass and my new wardrobe grows. Finally, he seems content with hemorrhaging his money and leads me back to his car. I put all the bags in the trunk and collapse into the passenger's seat. “Alright, Charlie! Are you excited to have all those new clothes?” He looks ecstatic.

It does feel nice to have some clean, new clothes to call my own but I can’t let him know that. “Yeah I guess.”

He seems to take that as good enough. “Hmm, I’m pretty hungry. What do you want for lunch?”

What do I want for lunch? I look at him confused. “Uhh, I don’t know. McDonald’s?”

His face becomes confused and slightly disgusted. “McDonald’s?! Really? We could have anything and that’s what you want?” He shrugs and starts driving before I can respond. “Alright.” What’s wrong with McDonald’s?

A few minutes later he stops the car and we walk down a few blocks to the restaurant. Walking in, several folks look at us with raised eyebrows. It’s then that I remember that we were both dressed like high class individuals - even though I’d long since ditched the tie. My cheeks heat up as the number of eyes staring at us increase. Walking up to the counter, I order a big mac with a large drink and fries. Hey, it’s not on my dime. I look over at Luke who stares at the menu with a disgusted indifference. He gives a big grin to the woman and just asks for a medium drink.

My face scrunches up in confusion. “You’re not getting food?” He shakes his head and hands cash to the cashier and takes his cup. We walk over to the side to wait for my food. He steps away to fills his cup with unsweetened tea and comes back over to me. “Really? You’re only getting unsweet tea?”

“Uh, yeah. If I’m hungry I’ll just eat something at the house.” He gives me a smile that asks me not worry about it. But I wasn’t worrying about it anyways.

“Whatever.” We stand in silence until my food comes up. I grab the tray and walk upstairs without even addressing my tag along. I scarf down the food, barely taking time to breath between bites. When I’m finished, I lean back in my seat and let out a long groan as my stomach tries not to burst.