Ludwig stared at the two pairs of jeans
So one was "Alexander McQueen," and the other was "Burberry," yet they were the exact same dark "wash" and looked almost identical.
So why were they such different prices? And expensive at that.
The last time Ludwig had gone clothes shopping was, admittedly, around a year ago, and he had been accompanied by one of the girls in his college apartment complex who was a design major. He had participated in a study, and all he could remember was her mouth constantly quirking as she made little notes on her tablet, muttering things like, "You really do need help."
He hadn't really wanted to go shop since, but his clothes were starting to cling in certain areas, and the three year old suits he wore constantly got him strange looks. Perhaps he did need to get rid of them, but that left him only gym clothes and a sports coat.
Ludwig grabbed a pair of jeans from a different shelf--much cheaper, finally--and threw them on in the dressing room. British sizes differed a bit from German, so he had to make sure he had his conversions right. Lacking a mirror in the room, Ludwig came out to the main hall and surveyed himself in the mirror. What seemed like an atrocious fit--baggy in some parts and tight in others--for most seemed fine for him, and he shrugged and nodded; as he left he could swear he caught the eye of some blonde in the mirror, but he broke the contact quickly.
