01-03-2015, 11:07 PM
Appointments with shoppers? Evening gowns? Enzo swam with strange fish. He followed the school, though, to the clothing shoppe M. White suggested. He'd already called ahead, on M. White's recommendation, and was expected to arrive soon. Their's was a strange world he found himself in.
The shoppe was nondescript in a way Enzo appreciated. He did not want to attract attention to himself, neither did he want to share the intended destination with strangers.
Emily was pulled away by a female assistant, and Enzo wondered if they would see her again before this was over. Once Sebastian stepped aside, Enzo approached the receptionist. "Here,"
he pulled the card given to him by M. White as offering. "I have an appointment already."
He was told this might take a while, but Enzo looked over his shoulder anyway as though M. White might walk in at that very moment.
She recognized the name, of course, and immediately lit into activity. "Yes, sir. If you would please step this way?"
The shoppe was nondescript in a way Enzo appreciated. He did not want to attract attention to himself, neither did he want to share the intended destination with strangers.
Emily was pulled away by a female assistant, and Enzo wondered if they would see her again before this was over. Once Sebastian stepped aside, Enzo approached the receptionist. "Here,"
he pulled the card given to him by M. White as offering. "I have an appointment already."
He was told this might take a while, but Enzo looked over his shoulder anyway as though M. White might walk in at that very moment.
She recognized the name, of course, and immediately lit into activity. "Yes, sir. If you would please step this way?"