The flimsy door crashed behind him. A grunt of frustration reverberated against the walls as hangers clanked against each other. And Serah thought Lucy was a grumpy shopper. Matthias was ten times worse—if not more. “Sorry. He hasn’t gone shopping in a while.” Serah contained her chuckle. “Well, that is if you don’t count the surplus store.” “Certainly looks like he’s in good hands.” The clerk peered down to where Matthias’s combat boots peeked from underneath the door. With a grunt, Matthias kicked the back wall. “Might I interest you in some shoes while you wait?” “Sounds great. Something nice enough to wear with slacks, but still masculine enough to kick ass.” The clerk’s eyes lit up. “I know just the pair. Be right back.” With that, he jogged off toward the shoe section. “Damn it!” Matthias grumbled and grunted. Kicking his camouflage fatigues around his ankles, he cursed some more. He mumbled something in Latin. The way it spit from his mouth, she probably didn’t want to know what it meant.
