Sarah returned with armloads of additional options, each piece clearly selected with purpose rather than randomly grabbed from nearby racks.
Her expertise showed in the details—shirt cuts that flattered rather than merely fit, colour combinations that enhanced rather than competed.
"Try this combination," she suggested, handing Ethan an outfit that somehow managed to look effortlessly stylish while remaining completely age-appropriate.
Twenty minutes later, Noah faced a decision that would have been impossible just days earlier. The running total displayed on Sarah's tablet made his old self want to hyperventilate. His new self simply nodded and reached for his credit card.
"Everything fits well?" Sarah confirmed.
"Perfectly," Ethan replied, still studying himself in the mirror with something approaching wonder.
"Alright, gentlemen, the price will be...$2,549." She smiled through it all, she was definitely going to be commended for her job.