Leo ran his hand over the box. He remembered his dad wearing a similar pair while leaning back in a worn velvet chair, eyes closed, lost in the swell of a saxophone solo.
"Good choice," Marcus replied, ringing up the clearance price. "They don't make them with that kind of soul anymore."
He reached under the counter and pulled out a box that looked like it belonged in a high-end boutique rather than a big-box retailer. The clear window of the packaging revealed the iconic optics-inspired shells and the plush, brown leather ear pillows. They looked like they had been plucked straight from a 1950s pilot's locker.
