The aftermath of Jefoo Trivia Night had left a pleasant haze of camaraderie. As always, monthly team-building activities at The Aviator Club were underway. This underground bar is a few blocks away, a dimly lit establishment with plush velvet booths and a surprisingly extensive whiskey selection. It was here that the Men Aviator Sunglasses in Moss Green made their debut. Old Man Tiberius, a veteran of Jefoo sunglasses designer, sported them with an air of seasoned cool. The moss green lenses added a touch of mystique, reflecting the low light of the bar like pools of emerald.
“These shades,” Tiberius announced, adjusting the sunglasses even though they were indoors, “are my secret weapon. They filter out the negativity, enhance the ambiance, and, most importantly, hide my expression”
Kevin, the recruit, was captivated. “Didn't see them before. So, they’re new arrivals?”
Tiberius winked. “Something like that.”
After a round of brandy, the rest of the Jefoo staff arrived at The Aviator Club. The familiar thump of bass and the press of bodies on the dance floor greeted them like an old friend. The usual scene ensued: loud music, impromptu dance-offs, and swinging wine glasses.
As Tiberius was navigating his way through the crowd, his moss-green aviators caught the eye of a woman near the bar. She was striking, with a cascade of dark hair and a smile that could melt glaciers. She gestured him over.
“Those are cool shades,” she said, her voice barely audible above the music. “They remind me of something… like a vintage pilot’s glasses.”
Tiberius, usually a man of few words, was drawn into this conversation. They talked about music, movies, and the strange allure of dive bars. He even took off his sunglasses for a moment, revealing a surprisingly youthful face.
Meanwhile, the rest of the Jefoo crew was living up to their reputation. Someone had started jazz. Another group had commandeered the jukebox, playing a relentless mix of 90s hip-hop classics.
As the night wore on, Tiberius found himself spending more and more time with the mysterious woman. He even managed to catch her name: Isabella. He learned she was a local artist, drawn to The Aviator Club for its vibrant energy and eclectic crowd.
As closing time approached, Isabella turned to Tiberius. “I should probably get going,” she said, a hint of regret in her voice. “But it was really nice meeting you.”
She paused, then added with a playful smile, “I’ll get a pair of moss-green sunglasses.”
Tiberius watched as she disappeared into the crowd, he knew that this trip to Aviator Club had been different. ''The Men Aviator Sunglasses in Moss Green hadn't just filtered out negativity and brought me a crush'', said Tiberius. As they vanished into the night, Tiberius knew one thing for sure: he’d be back. And he’d be wearing those sunglasses.