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Jon hadn’t meant to be obvious about the fact that he was staring at the shoes of the dark-haired man sharing the elevator with him. But apparently he had been.
"You like them?” the man asked, moving a glistening foot.
“Um,” said Jon. “The shoes? They’re… unique.”
“Completely one-of-a-kind, yep.” The man sounded proud of it. “Snakeskin.”
“Oh.” Jon blanched. “Real snakeskin?”
“Of course.” The man laughed, though Jon didn’t think cruelty to animals for the sake of fashion was a funny topic at all. “You won’t find realer.”
Jon shuddered. He was relieved when the elevator reached his floor.