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Once she was standing in front of them, she was able to get a good look. The man was kind of shaggy, it was obvious he’d been running for a while. He wore a simple stained white shirt and blue jeans with his dark hair looked like it hasn’t seen soap since the outbreak. June noted that it probably hadn’t. The woman’s hair was blonde, and she wore tennis shoes with jeans and a band T-shirt. The man seemed friendly, the woman seemed cold. “Do...do y’all mind if I join you?” June asked, still holding her hands in the air.

This would be perfect to pass the time and avoid Adrian. I quickly changed into a pair of tight white jeans and a light grey fitted shirt. I threw a black blazer over it and chose white sneakers as shoes. My feet screamed for comfort with all the blisters. If I could go barefoot, I 100% would. But I was business ready.

Shane asked from behind us. He walked out and I don’t know what I was expecting but this wasn’t it. Okay, maybe I do know what I was expecting. I was thinking he would be dressed in an all-black suit, you know, the way all villains in the movies dress? If not that, then an unbuttoned shirt and those black slacks he wore at the meeting. Black was definitely his color. What I got were dark blue jeans that hung low enough that you could see the v that dipped down low. He was putting on a blue short-sleeve shirt. It was so thin it looked like a shirt and it was so light that it looked white.

She wore a deep purple T-shirt underneath, and blue jeans, ending with a pair of pink shoes. The next, a man straight ahead of me, looked more composed than the girl. He had slicked back black hair, with a buttoned up black shirt. A pair of glasses hung down from his collar, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up, to show a more casual look. He also wore black pants, with silver shoes to top it all off. He stood with stride and confidence as we entered.

I swear, my brain briefly stopped working when he let us in. He wasn’t wearing anything over the top or anything—just a pair of ripped, washed, distressed jeans that hugged his legs perfectly, a plain white shirt that somehow looked like it had been tailored specifically for him, and white sneakers. But the simplicity made it worse, or maybe better; I couldn't decide.

She'd complimented these new looks with casual blue skinny jeans, a long white blouse, and a jacket over it, with black high boots. A JESSICA JONES kind of look.

This t-shirt and leggings are okay. I kept reading my book and I heard Jason shouting for me, ''Kitty, we got to leave in 15minutes. Are you even ready?" I entered the room with my book in my hand replying, "I'm ready. I just need to do my.." My voice died in my throat looking at Jason's back. He was dressed in a white crisp shirt and dark-washed jeans, a Brown belt, and brown boots. A navy blue jacket laid down on the bed for him to wear later.

Sebastian walked out of his room dressed in ripped black jeans, a grey t-shirt and a checkered shirt. His eyes roamed the house and on spotting Alex, his whole face lit up with a smile. “I’m here,” Seb said out loud, walking towards Alex. “I’m not too late, am i?” “No, it’s okay,” Alex replied, getting up to meet Seb. Stylishly, he checked him out from head to toe and mentally commented how he managed to look so effortlessly. “Your shoes.”

But the ones he was dressed in were rather modest, non expensive clothes. He was Dressed in Black, a logical choice for a man of noir, a black denim shirt, folded at the arms, a very simple shirt,it's print unadorned, Black jeans below ripped at some portions, adding up to the look. Expensive leather shoes had some miles on it. "Wow… you weren't kidding when you said you had been working out. Look at you! Don't you look dashing?" I giggle slightly as I compliment him. "I don't think we can be discreet if you look this good."

Once we’re finished we get out, dry off and I head into my closet to get dressed. I decide today will be a casual day; light blue skinny jeans, black tank top and a pair of Nike Air Jordans in pink, red and black. To my pleasant surprise, Marcus has his bag stored in my closet, so he changes with me. He changes into a stretch navy blue t-shirt, black ripped jeans with tan pull up boots. I lick my lips at the sight of him. He’s all around grade A material and one hundred per cent all mine.