"He sounds like an interesting man," Jezden had commented when the woman had described the person that she would be meeting while dressed to impress. He could easily understand why her dress selection was so important then, especially if the other person was known for being well versed in fashion. Briefly, it crossed his mind, wondering if he had ever met the person that she was to be meeting in the near future. If they were in the world of fashion, chances were that their circles had eventually collided and their work coincided. There were a great many number of influential people that he had met during his life, much thanks to his career choice. Still, it wasn't really his business.
"Although I may have made this easier for you, you still ultimately chose the dress on your own out of what was offered to you. That's a brilliant step in the right direction. Everyone must start training their eye in fashion starting
somewhere." His words were meant to be encouraging, reassuring the woman that she was capable in these sorts of matters, even if she doubted it, herself. As far as he was concerned, despite his help, he had some faith in her. There were no doubts in his that she would manage to get the hang of a broadened variety of fashion. If she wanted to, that was. Hell, there was the possibility that she could even excel at it, given the appropriate amount of time.
Once decisions on the dress were finalized, there seeming to be no qualms about the one selected, Jezden held the dress out for her to take. "If he doesn't like the dress, then I might say that he isn't quite the fashion expert that he is made out to be." These words came with a warm chuckle, as a response to her joke. "I'll take full responsibility if he doesn't like it, no worrying about that. There is no problem about throwing me under the bus when you meet him, in the worst case scenario, no?" This came with a wink, even though it was difficult to tell, behind the sunglasses. He wouldn't be offended if she pushed the blame onto some stranger that wasn't otherwise involved if the man tried to criticize her for her choice of wear, though he had the feeling that she wouldn't do something like that to save her own skin. He suspected that she was an admirable person. "Anyway, there is no real need to thank me. I'm just glad that I could be of service," he assured her.
Sweeping back his vibrant hair, he offered his final smile, this one apologetic. "I'm afraid I have to be on my way." It was better that he get out of dodge now, before there were any inquiries regarding his identity. Evidently, the woman had no idea who he was, and he intended to keep it that way. She could think of him however he wanted, but it was in his best interest not to draw unwanted attention to himself by declaring his name and she possibly recognizing it, even if she didn't recognize him in person. That was always the trouble with being famous: he had a great amount of difficulty enjoying himself out in the world without having attention unnecessarily directed his way. Fame and fortune came with a price. Even if someone didn't recognize him by looks, it was common that his name was out there in the world, a topic of gossip that went around, so they could at least recognize the name as someone of importance. "Unfortunately, I have a lot on my plate today. I do hope that your meeting goes well."
As he spoke, in preparation to take his leave, he dug around in his pocket until he secured the card that had been handed to him earlier by the cashier. Without so much as a hint of hesitation, he reached out and took a hold of her free hand carefully, pressing the little card into it. "Here, take this. You would be able to make better use of it than I possibly could." That said, he took a step back. "Well, I must be on my way. Good luck! I'll let an attendant know that there are dresses that need to be returned to the displays here."
Just as he had appeared, Jezden was off on his way, not allowing her the time to inquire for his name, or even to explain the gift hat he had passed onto her. When she would take a look, she would find that it appeared to be an ordinary business card for the shop that they were in, only on the back it was declared in writing that the card could be used to redeem a complimentary outfit, which went on to include not only her dress, but shoes and up to three additional accessories. It had been intended as a gift from the owners of the brand to help persuade his decision in working with them, but Jezden didn't particularly have a need for a free outfit; if there was something he wanted, he had no reservations about spending his own money to obtain it. She could put it to better use.
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Merely a few days later, the famous model had arrived in advance for his afternoon appointment. When he approached the host of glamorous, high class restaurant that normally had to be booked many months in advance, he was well received without even having to breathe his name. It had become a place that the idol frequented, so it was only a matter of pulling a few strings to get what he wanted. He'd only made his reservation a week ago and, yet, he had effortlessly obtained a private room for him and his "date." Meeting a lawyer could hardly be considered a date, but it was a business date, at the very least. To the outside, the unsuspecting eye, their meeting was actually arranged to give the appearance of a date, so that his other matters would remain private. Meeting up with an eloquently dressed woman was less of an issue than it getting out that he was meeting with a lawyer.
He was lead to the second floor of the restaurant, away from the main dining hall, to the room where the restaurant staff had already taken the liberty of setting up. There was a single table in the center of the lavishly decorated room, complete with a centerpiece made up of an array of flowers. Jezden had specifically requested a simple set up, in comparison to the more complex packages that they had offered to him. There was no need for mountains of roses and a candle lit environment.
The host had taken his leave after asking if he required anything else, to which he assured that he was perfectly fine, only making a reminder of his original request, "I must say, once again, that you
do not inquire the lady for her name. When she speaks of her reservations under my name, please be so kind as to just lead her here. I trust that is not an issue? I'd rather not have my private life be leaked to the public, especially not in my
favorite restaurant." Jezden's polite words came with an emphasis of a hidden threat. The host, of course, would adhere to the request in order to retain the model's favor for the restaurant.
Jezden, today, had taken a different appearance than what had been witnessed some days prior, a look different from what he used when tending to work specific ventures. Occasionally, it had been referred to as a borderline appearance, something that could belong to either gender. It consisted of all black, something that was his general preference when dressing himself, as it made his hair color
pop. He wore a feminine sort of top, that was covered by a highly accentuated long coat with mesh sleeves, tight black pants, with heeled, lace up, boots that went up to just below his knees. Additionally, there was appropriate jewelry in the form of complex necklaces and rings. His hair was pinned on one side rather than loosely styled. However, his signature dark glasses remained, this time covering his eyes that were done up with dark eye liner and smokey eye shadow, rather than glittering pink.
Legs crossed in a way that most identified with a woman's habit, he sat comfortably, beginning to peruse the menu with one elbow on the table, his hand resting his cheek while the other held the hard covered book. He was the picture of relaxed, even in his complicated choice of clothing and in such a restaurant that he didn't quite seem to fit into. He had no intention of ordering until his mystery date arrived, instead looking it over as something to occupy his time with while he awaited her appearance. He hoped that, whomever she was, that she had followed his manager's request, dressing for the occasion. Otherwise, this matter could become problematic. More than that, however, Jezden seriously hoped that this woman was as skilled and talented as she was made out to be. Trusting in a lawyer was difficult enough for him, which is why his manager had done extensive research on which lawyers to contact and, once they had agreed to this "Miss Nessa," why they had gone through the trouble of making these extensive, secretive meeting arrangements. Jezden would find out for himself whether or not he would hire this lawyer to launch his case.
(Clothing style references, though none are exact, these are the sorts of things that are near to what I have in mind for his more male style. One, two, three, four. For his hair style, refer to last version in his original appearance reference. And for fun, eye make up reference.)