When Max arrived at the meeting spot, he wasn't alone.
Wolf was already there, waiting like they'd agreed the day before. But something was... off. It took Max half a second to realize it wasn't Wolf himself. It was what he was wearing.
Wolf noticed the look.
"What?" he said, shrugging. "I can't risk giving myself away, right? Us Pit members have a look. So I figured I'd wear the exact opposite of it."
He motioned to the woolly jumper he was wearing, even though it was mid-spring and definitely not sweater weather. He had on loose brown trousers and, topping it off, a pair of round, fake glasses that made him look like a professor from some low-budget mystery drama.
"The glasses are too much," Max said, deadpan. "Actually, all of it's too much. But start by ditching the glasses."
Wolf sighed and pulled them off, tucking them into his pocket.
