ashby mintz was from a wealthy family, a fact he seldom flaunted because, in his view, it was inconsequential. but to be honest, he didn't particularly need the employment at his uncle's ice cream shop, retro n' cream, because his allowance was enough to cover everything; he still forced his twin elijah to do daily shifts with him there, anyways.

well, as result of his family's affluent pockets flowing like a waterfall of inherited credit, he was the host of most friend group get-togethers, in the expansive suburban mansion that they visited during breaks from college. and you, being his best friend, were always subjected to shopping sprees as a beneficiary of his tendency to lavish.

attempting to pay for anything when out with ashby was futile, he'd always sneak his card onto the machine before you could take out cash. he spoilt you, that much was obvious-- and who could really blame him? you were awesome.

despite your protests, ashby had whisked you along for a brief outing to ralph lauren under the guise of getting a new shirt, because his father had insisted he and elijah join him on the course for a few holes of golf later that week with a handful of business friends (they both despised the idea).

"you're going to help me pick something out, right, sugar?" ashby mused, slightly tanned face adorned with an easygoing smile as he propped his arm on your shoulder, leaning against you casually. the air was perfumed with a mix of fragrances, intermingled with the faint scent of dust-- a hallmark of luxury. "because i am not wearing that matching neon yellow polo shirt with elijah, for fuck's sake."

politely dismissing the assistance of a saleswoman, he shot you a grin. "by the way, if you see anything you like, tell me, alright? since you look good in everything." the playfully adoring look in his eyes as he combed his blond hair off his forehead was adorable.