01-05-2015, 10:36 PM
As the others, Enzo was also greeted by a shopper. He was an older man, Parisian, whose accent was flawless. The sound of familiarity panged him, although Enzo had never been to Paris. He refrained from greeting his fellow national with their shared language. This was Moscow, and he was surrounded by strangers. There was no need. He was already as alone as could possibly be. It was like standing beneath a star-peppered sky, surrounded by light, yet completely untouchable.
"I need something appropriate to wear to Manifesto. The club-"
he began and soon was cut off.
"Manifesto indeed, Enzo. You've clearly never been before,"
the shopper replied.
Enzo shook his head. It was more than his present attire that spoke to his ignorance of such a place. "You are correct, Séverin. Such establishments have never been an important part of my life."
Séverin nodded. "In that case, what sort of personality would you like to project with your attire?"
That was a good question. Enzo looked around them. A pair of models stood on white cubes near the wall, frozen in their poses. "Fitting, but I do not want to draw undue attention to myself."
Séverin seemed to understand all too well, but such was his delicacy, he did not press for personal details. "In that case, I recommend a three piece suit for you. A slim cut, narrow tie, and soft black sheen would flatter your shape. You could use some broadness of shoulder, but not without compromising what is obviously a fit profile. We will put something together that you're comfortable in, yet is appropriate for the setting needed. You'll be handsome and stylish without being flashy."
Enzo sighed his relief. Séverin's straight-forwardness was appreciated.
Enzo was being measured in a tailor's jacket when a gentle beep called Séverin to the wall panel. Video of the receptionist came through.
"Excuse me sir, but Miss Emily Shale has asked to see Mister Dolan."
Enzo turned slowly. Why had she asked to see him?
Séverin waited patiently for Enzo's reply. "Would you ask her to wait a moment?"
A few minutes later he returned to the front of the store having stripped of his coat and sweater, wearing only an undershirt and his pants. The tattoo of a sun and three stars was apparent on one arm.
Emily waited, and Enzo looked upon her quietly until she realized he was there.
"I need something appropriate to wear to Manifesto. The club-"
he began and soon was cut off.
"Manifesto indeed, Enzo. You've clearly never been before,"
the shopper replied.
Enzo shook his head. It was more than his present attire that spoke to his ignorance of such a place. "You are correct, Séverin. Such establishments have never been an important part of my life."
Séverin nodded. "In that case, what sort of personality would you like to project with your attire?"
That was a good question. Enzo looked around them. A pair of models stood on white cubes near the wall, frozen in their poses. "Fitting, but I do not want to draw undue attention to myself."
Séverin seemed to understand all too well, but such was his delicacy, he did not press for personal details. "In that case, I recommend a three piece suit for you. A slim cut, narrow tie, and soft black sheen would flatter your shape. You could use some broadness of shoulder, but not without compromising what is obviously a fit profile. We will put something together that you're comfortable in, yet is appropriate for the setting needed. You'll be handsome and stylish without being flashy."
Enzo sighed his relief. Séverin's straight-forwardness was appreciated.
Enzo was being measured in a tailor's jacket when a gentle beep called Séverin to the wall panel. Video of the receptionist came through.
"Excuse me sir, but Miss Emily Shale has asked to see Mister Dolan."
Enzo turned slowly. Why had she asked to see him?
Séverin waited patiently for Enzo's reply. "Would you ask her to wait a moment?"
A few minutes later he returned to the front of the store having stripped of his coat and sweater, wearing only an undershirt and his pants. The tattoo of a sun and three stars was apparent on one arm.
Emily waited, and Enzo looked upon her quietly until she realized he was there.