Jacob’s POV
'the shirt'
Monday was good again and I was now back at the vintage store for my shift. It went fast and I was suddenly in the last bit of it and it proved to actually be entertaining enough.
Troye came in every afternoon now after going to do homework in the library with Lisa. I would drive him home with me, he always got here within the last fifteen minutes of my shift.
I would greet him and he would back, going through the clothes with Bruno close to his side. By the end of my shift he had always made it back to that same black, button up shirt.
“Hey T, I’m done but um, do you want to buy that shirt? You always get back to it by the time we leave,” he smiled at my usual observing.
“I don’t know, I would have to trust you on telling me how it looks,” I smile, taking the shirt from the rack and seeing it should fit him well.
“You can trust me, Jenn says I have good style,” Troye chuckles.
“He does! You can trust him Troye!”
We both laugh at Jenn who always seemed to be able to hear everything that was going in her store. She then left out the store, leaving Jacob with the job of locking up as usual.
“Yeah okay,” Troye said, taking the shirt from me. “Can you just show me where the changing rooms are?” he asked. I obliged by taking his hand and leading him down to the back, showing him into a changing room and closing the curtain for him while taking Bruno to sit beside me.
Troye soon walked out, looking for me, obviously to get my opinion and damn was I right. It fit so well, he looked amazing in it. The fabric hugging his body perfectly, actually looking pretty good with the casual skinny jeans he was wearing.
“Wow T, that looks great on you,” he perked up when he found me by the sound of my voice and then blushing lightly at the compliment.
“Thanks J, it feels nice and it’s so soft,” he says, running his fingers over the sleeves. “But it depends on price though I mean I’m just a college student,” I chuckled with him but understood.
I waited for him to get back into his sweater, soon walking out again with the button up in hand.
I looked at the price and was taken aback slightly.
“Oh wow okay.”
“It’s expensive isn’t it?” Troye asked in no need of answer at my startled tone.
“Yeah, well over two hundred,” Troye’s eye’s widened.
“Well really I was expecting that, it is really good quality plus Jenn sells a lot of expensive stuff here anyway,” I say nothing as I place it back on the hanger, disappointed when I look at Troye’s forlorn expression. I feel bad, I would buy it for him but I don’t have that money just lying around either but at the same time I knew I could gather that eventually.
I knew it was technically against Jenn’s rules but I snuck away from behind Troye and placed the shirt underneath the counter, hiding it well so no one else could buy it before I could pay for it for Troye.
“I’m sorry Tro,” I say, placing my hand on his shoulder to lead him out the store with Bruno trotting quietly in front.
“Nah it’s nothing to get upset over, it’s fine J,” he said with that smile of his I never grow tired of.
“I hope so.”
…….
“Hey J,” Troye beamed from the phone.
