The storefront glowed with tasteful lighting that highlighted a collection of leather bags in rich colors. Each one was arranged with an artistic precision on minimalist stands.
Nothing especially ostentatious. Just clean lines, quality looking materials, and clearly skilled craftsmanship.
My hand unconsciously moved to adjust the bookstore tote hanging from my shoulder. Entirely unfashionable in comparison, but completely usable.
"This is ridiculous."
> Why am I even worrying about how they look when I'm perfectly content to use the jacket I was given and the backpack I found… is it because I'm technically the one that chose to buy them this time? <
My wolf snorted softly in my mindscape. Whether that was agreement or amusement at my weakness, I couldn't tell.
"They're just things."
I continued to mumble while staring at a particularly elegant patterned messenger bag in a deep burgundy stained leather that might… go well with the red shirt I liked.
