Catherine realized they were talking about Bert. After all, looking around the store, he was the only man who matched their description. A little further away, two men in their forties were browsing clothes, but their figures had clearly gone soft. They weren't severely overweight, but at least slightly plump—their shirts and trousers revealing a protruding belly, betraying their age.
Catherine suddenly wondered how old Bert actually was. She had guessed before that he was at least thirty-two, yet compared to those two men not far away, he looked like he belonged to a completely different age group. His waist and abdomen had not a trace of excess fat, perfectly lean and proportioned—a physique that made women involuntarily admire.
Naturally, the kind of men who shop at a store like this are wealthy. One couldn't deny that a person's outward appearance contributed to their aura, while their demeanor and mannerisms elevated it further.
