"I'm looking to buy a fur jacket," Elias said, his voice sounding smaller than he intended.
He didn't even look at the price tag before handing over his card. As he stepped back out into the flurry, the wind lashed at him, but the cold never reached his skin. He turned up the collar, buried his hands in the deep pockets, and began to walk, finally feeling as warm as the life he had worked so hard to build. buy fur jacket
The shopkeeper, a woman with silver hair pulled into a knot so tight it looked structural, didn't look at his shoes or his worn bag. She simply nodded. "For the Alpine wind, or for the gala tonight?" "I'm looking to buy a fur jacket," Elias