Gabriel was brewing honey pomelo tea, and hearing that, poked his little head out, smiling warmly as he said, "I went shopping this afternoon, try it after you shower. If it doesn't fit, I'll exchange it tomorrow. It's nice to wear new clothes to a meal, especially when friends come over, wouldn't want to be too shabby."
The tall, sturdy man paused slightly, staring at the new clothes in the bag. His hands were sweaty, and he didn't dare touch them for fear of getting them dirty. Since his retirement, no one had bought him new clothes. This was the first gift he'd received in years.
After showering, the man tried on the new clothes. They fit well. The fabric was soft and comfortable. Marcus Quinn looked at the scruffy man in the mirror and gently shaved the stubbly blue-gray beard with a razor.
