Courtney walks and tosses her soft drink into a nearby trash bin, which makes a loud thump as it hits the bottom. She nods and says a "mmhm" and "Oh that's good," as he replies, though it's not entirely clear whether or not she's actually listening. Turning to him, she crosses her arms and gives him a critical once over.
"Hmmm, well we'll see what we can find here. Guaranteed you won't find any of those extremely wealthy people buying stuff at the mall, but we'll get you something good. You want a real tailored suit you'd have to like, export from Boston or New York or something. Or raid one of our beloved buddy's closets."
She leads him through the mall, chatting away about the various places to shop in Boston, to Men's Warehouse where she walks confidently into. She cheerfully declines the clerk's offer of assistance, and heads over to a rack with assorted suit separates.
"See now, with suits, the trick is getting it to fit just right. Nothing looks cheaper than a suit that doesn't fit right. You can make a $20 get up look like a $200 get up if you know how to dress yourself," she says, in a surprising moment of clarity. "With the right outfit, you could even fool the bullies in court," she said with a wink.
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