in the elevator

He was wearing shoes that looked as though they were never meant to be worn. Laceless low boots of spotless cream fabric, with sculpted creases and artfully frayed edging. I told him they were admirable.

“Thanks,” he said. “Are you in fashion?”

“Not at all,” I told him. “I’m in noticing.”

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