Yard Sale

"Jean. Hi, I'm Jean." Jean said in a hushed whisper, unable to raise his voice above that level. Preparing to meet new people was always hard for Jean, and not being able to speak on top of it nearly made him not go.

It was busy for a class very early in the morning; busier then Jean had expected. There had to be a dozen assorted people throughout the room, and just as Jean was walking in, they began the class, with the instructor pointing him towards a bike in the back. Nodding, he hopped on, beginning the class with the rest of the group. By the end, he was soaked in sweat, much like any other workout; he was happy it was over at the very least. However, with how much he was panting and sweating, he didn't even get a single word out to anyone.

Susan's workout routine felt downright easy after the class. She noticed at the end, and promised him harder routine on their next workout.

"Rest day tomorrow. After that, spin class and my workout." Jean gave her a thumbs up and the two broke for the day.

Sitting on his sofa, Jean relaxed, not planning to stream until later in the evening. It was just before 12. He didn't feel like gaming, nor watching a movie, but did feel like going on a walk. Heading throughout his neighborhood, he enjoyed the relative peaceful day, and forgot any stresses from his nascent streaming career.

As he turned the corner for his street, he saw a yard sale, and figured he could check it out. Unfortunately, it looked mostly picked over, and the couple looked ready to wrap up. One of them waved Jean down.

"Hey, we still have some junk if you'd like to check it out." The man said, and his wife slapped him on the shoulder.

"Not junk. My stuff." The woman said.

"Right. Her junk." The man said, and the couple both laughed. All that remained was one box and some assorted trinkets nearby, nothing outside the box looking too interesting.

"You know what, just take the box; no one wants old clothes these days. Free of charge." The woman said, and Jean tried his best to thank the woman; she seemed to recognize his hushed whisper with a smile.

Back home, Jean popped the box open and poured its contents out. Old shirts, some athletic wear, just general clothes. It looked a bit dated, maybe from the 80s, especially with its excessive colors, but it was free stuff none the less. Jean, not one to complain about clothes, tried on some of the outfits, and put them in his closet.

For his stream, he decided on a retro theme, with his clothes fitting. High waisted jeans, with a midriff exposing white shirt. A bit baring for Jean's usual taste, but he looked it up, and it was apparently a popular look back then. Some comments poured in from his audience:

Cosplay night!?!?!

God I feel like I'm in a sci-fi film

Bruh the 80s were decades ago....still a cute look!

Jean ignored the cute comment, and played his games and interacted with his audience. His live viewers was up to 125 this stream! Amazing, just purely amazing. Much like the past few nights, Jean fell asleep, smiling all the while.