You had been in Bucciarati's gang for about 6 months now. Though you got along fine with everyone, the energetic, uneducated Narancia seemed to have the best bond with you. You'd often hang out, go downtown, play video games with him; pretty much everything if it included Narancia.

You were out in a plaza nearby, walking past some stores. You walked past a clothing shop before Narancia stopped and ogled into the window.

"Oooh, hey, look at that shirt!"