jaylar
Barry’s mother took him to what was considered a ‘cool’ shop and stood back. She knew that he was like a baby bird, coming out of a shell. He had to peck himself out. Had to do what he had to do, himself.
He found a kind of clever black jacket which when buttoned was a serious double breasted suit top. Open, it was just a cool toss over.
For a shirt she thought that a turtle neck might be smarter than a button down.
Barry tired on a few and the grey one seemed the wisest.
For shoes, a black boot would be perfect.
He had other turtlenecks at home and black boots, but so what? This was his first real date; New Year’s Eve. A kiss date. Let him look G.Q.
