As Tristan waited a young salesgirl who most likely recognized him came over to ask if she could grab any more sizes. Tristan put on his charming smile and explained he had everything well under control. Adam asking if these types of excursions were habitual or if he was special turned his smile to mischief. "Think of it as both. My parents left me a good amount of money and gave Mami leeway to turn it into more. I pretty much live day-to-day off my tips. And living with Jimmy keeps my bills pretty low. Plus my investments allow me to make a few large purchases a year off the profit. And as you may have noticed I am a very social creature, so every once in a while I make some poor sap come and let me dress them. Though I will say you are the first guy to undergo this ritual that I have no intention of sleeping with. Thus you are special."
Tristan waited for Adam to come out and show off the foundation of his new collection of threads. Tristan looked him over closely and gestured for Adam to turn around. He wanted to make sure that these clothes would do the work they were supposed to. "The only problem I see is that you should pull the rolled up socks out of the front." Tristan giggled like a little boy, he couldn't help himself. Adam was going to be stuck being his friend for a very long time. "Next stop is carb-loading and coffee. You are going to need your strength, because after Starbucks we do shoes."