THE BILLIONAIRE'S AFFAIR
The entire avenue is blocked off to traffic for half a mile, and thousands of people were walking along in the Sunday morning sunshine.
Inside, I made Connor trade in his dark slacks for some cargo shorts that showed off his muscular calves. He also bought some leather flip-flops and a loose linen shirt. Me, I chose a red tank top and blue jean cut-offs.
Johnny was resistant to the whole thing, but Connor made him pick. He settled on a black T, a dark Hawaiian shirt that hid his gun holster, green shorts, and some Chuck Taylors.
“Thank you,” I said as we exited in our new ‘normal’ outfits, our designer threads stuffed in Urban Outfitters bags.
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