As Bright's car pulled up to the suit shop, the security team sprang into action, swiftly surrounding the perimeter to ensure the safety of their clients. With practiced efficiency, they scanned the area for any potential threats, their vigilant presence a reassuring sight for Bright and Win.
Exiting the car, Bright and Win were greeted by the inviting facade of the suit shop, its windows adorned with displays of finely tailored garments. Stepping inside, they were met with the soft glow of overhead lights and the gentle hum of chatter from other patrons browsing the racks.
A sales assistant approached them with a warm smile, ready to assist with their shopping needs. "Good afternoon, gentlemen. Welcome to our store. How may I help you today?" the assistant asked, their tone polite and attentive.
Bright exchanged a glance with Win before turning to address the sales assistant. "We're here to find a suit for my colleague, Win," he explained, gesturing towards his companion. "Something suitable for a fundraising dinner."
The shop assistant nodded in understanding and quickly set to work, pulling out a few options for Win to try on. Each suit was meticulously selected, tailored to perfection and crafted from the finest materials.
Win stepped into the fitting room, eager to see how each suit would look on him.
As Win tried on the first suit, Bright's expression soured slightly, his brow furrowing in dissatisfaction. He shook his head, clearly unimpressed with the sight before him.
Undeterred, Win proceeded to try on the second suit, hoping for a more favorable reaction. However, as Bright took a look up and down, his frown deepened, and he shook his head once again in disappointment.
Determined to find the perfect fit, Win tried on the third suit, adjusting the jacket and trousers with care. This time, as he emerged from the fitting room, the sight of Win's beauty caught Bright's attention in a way it hadn't before. He looked up, his gaze fixed on Win, stunned into silence for a moment.
Win noticed Bright's sudden change in demeanor and grew concerned. "Mr. Vachirawit, are you alright?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry as he observed Bright's distant expression.
Snaping back to reality, Bright shook off his reverie and flashed Win a reassuring smile. "I'm fine, Win," he replied, his tone more composed. "This suit fits you nicely."
Turning to the shop assistant, Bright nodded in approval. "We'll take this one," he said decisively, indicating the third suit. With their choice made, they finalized the purchase, ready to make their mark at the upcoming fundraising dinner.
