He stepped out of the cubicle and instead of getting everyone clapping for him he had everyone staring at his shoes.
"What? Is something wrong?" he asked, confused at why everyone was staring at him like that.
"It's the… the shoes sir," Ruth said pointing to his feet.
He looked down to see his shoes were still tied but he did not know why they were staring at him like he had committed a heinous crime.
"So? It's all black anyway. I don't see any problem with it."
"Sir, your suit is obsidian black, your shoes are carbon black. They are not the same," clarified the store owner. "Thankfully, I had the honor of crafting out a wonderful obsidian black suit for you so you would not be needing the carbon black anymore."
"Wait, what? Just like that?" Greg chuckled as the man brought out a black shoe which was darker than his shoes and he could see what they meant.
Those were two different colors.