Black Shirt Blue Jeans White Shoes Novels & Stories

He showed up just a few minutes after me and my jaw dropped when I saw what he was wearing. My brother wore a dark, denim-blue button-down shirt (open in the front). It matched the color of his jeans, which looked brand new. They were a slim cut, nicely accenting his gorgeous legs. He had the cuffs rolled up (how retro!) and beneath that was a pair of dark brown shoes. No socks. I gaped at his feet openly. "Teddy, are those leather shoes??" I asked, incredulous. They looked amazing on him. My brother started blushing as he said, "Yeah, I kinda went shopping today."

He felt a surge of excitement and anticipation course through him. As Leslie dressed for the dinner with Vivian, he opted for a casual yet polished look. He chose a well-fitted black shirt, dark jeans, and dress shoes, complemented by a casual deep blue blazer. He wanted to strike a balance between sophistication and a relaxed vibe, avoiding an overly formal appearance.

It's not that bad or something, but it's too goody-goody, he was wearing a button-up white shirt with a black coat and pants. "We're going to school, not meet a CEO." I blurted, his hair was swept on one side, and had a round eyeglasses. I almost forgot that his shoes were so shiny that mine got into despair. I didn't cleaned my shoes, I just wiped them with a ragged cloth. "Please change your clothes." He turned and I pushed him back to the room. Blake and I followed him to his closet, but when he opened it, my jaw almost fell to the ground.

I asked, but the words were barely out of my mouth before I spotted him, striding towards us with an aura that commanded attention. He wore a white Louis Vuitton T shirt and a pair of denim jeans that hugged his lean legs in a sexy manner. His feet were clad in a pair of loafers that were polished to perfection and the brown suede jacket that rested across his shoulders gave him quite a bit of rugged charm.

His dark brown hair was short with a little swoosh in the front. He was clad in a white ironed to crisp short sleeve shirt, tight fitted black jeans pants, and black combat boots. I wondered who he was.

And only I remained standing still. 4:45 PM, from among the crowds, I noticed a man probably in his late twenties. He wears black pants and black shoes, and a white polo. He carries a brown backpack. Obviously he is going to work or maybe do some business. And then there is a woman who wears a light yellow t-shirt and dark blue leggings with white running shoes. As I look at those pairs of shoes, I can just imagine how much they cost, as they look expensive. The woman has very short hair and a dark skinned tone. I think she maybe is a runner or some sort of athlete.

she whined again as she lay her head against the door. “Get dressed. I had Rhee Min-Jun’s maids lay your uniform on the dresser and your shoes are waiting in the shoe room.” “Fine,” she replied. She turned to see the uniform. She quickly changed then examined it. The top was a dark blue blazer with a white shirt beneath it and the tan skirt hovered above her knees. Her socks reached just below her knees and had a white streak at the top. She began to wonder about the shoes as she ran a brush through her hair.

' I can't be ungrateful. "Shoes?" I would laugh at myself or should I say him, if I wore such pretty clothes, then I don't have a shoe to slide into. He opens another bag where I find a set of shoes, as pretty as the clothes. I go for a plastic heavy-heel fashion combat boot, then I realize it wouldn't suit my dressing, it would be better for a jeans trouser rather than joggers, I remove it and place it back inside the bag. I come out with a pair of black snickers with a white design on the body, and a white sole. I'm good to go!

He was wearing light blue jeans, soft grey V-neck shirt with a navy blazer on top of it, with brown shoes and a matching belt. Her and Arsen didn’t match at all, she thought almost pouting. He wore almost black jeans with a black shirt and a grey-beige plaid blazer with leather patches on elbows. He did look stylish and handsome so she was satisfied enough. Her mom was going to love him. Not so sure about her father and brother.

I had gotten ready for him, as I had for Marcus. My color for this battle was Leon’s favorite – white. I had mixed it with something darker that he also liked, blue. From my selection, I looked like I belonged in his fucking lobby or whatever this first room was called. It was too big to be a lobby. A cocktail party could be held here. I had on a deep blue, fitted button-down shirt, plain, no patterns, white pleated trousers, and off-white loafers. The waves of my light-brown hair were perfectly coiffed, styled slightly to the right, close cropped at the back.