Francis was the most well dressed out of the Greek Class. You mistook him for a prince was you first saw him across the lawn. Such striking features and such fine clothes. Sure, they all dressed well. But Henry wore the same thing everyday, Charles and Camilla stuck to their color palette of whites and creams and Bunny and Richard would show up with things wrinkled and untucked every once in and while.

Francis was always darling though. Beautiful French collared shirts, vintage designer suits, richly colored ties with patterns of peacocks and hunting dogs, flowing black coats, shining leather shoes...and of course those dainty spectacles that perched on his nose.

And you knew he noticed other people's fashion. You could see how his eyes would linger with disappoving curiosity when you would wear the same three suits to class. You didn't have the money for more.

"You know..." He said sweetly to you one day walking to Julian's. "I have all these old suits that I don't care for anymore...Would you ever want to take any off my hand? They're nice I promise. Designer and what not..."