Chapter 43In the store, Dolores insisted on pushing him into the fitting room more than once. Shirts, t-shirts, pants... Zacky tried everything on with a resigned expression, despite being curious. When he came out for the last time, he stopped in front of the mirror.The reflection made him arch an eyebrow.He looked like a different person. More urban. More... polished. It was still him, of course—the broad build, the firm posture, the intense gaze—but wrapped in fabrics that didn't tell stories of dust, sun, and horses. It wasn't his style. Still, he liked what he saw."Weird, huh?" he commented, adjusting the hem of his shirt.Dolores smiled."Weird... and handsome."He let out a half-laugh, shaking his head, and went back to the fitting room to change. They continued picking out some pieces until, while walking among the racks, she mustered the courage to ask:"Would you... go out with me Friday night? It's a friend's birthday."Zacky looked at her for a few seconds, thoughtful.
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