Fashion Advice ((for sweetcandygirl))

[fiveofnone]

At a small café in the heart of the Shopping District, Caspar sits at an outdoor table and sips from his tiny ceramic cup of espresso. Outwardly, his expression is one of calm indifference, but inside, he's a little concerned. For not the first time since he sat down, he pulls out his PINpoint and re-reads the text from Harley on its glowing screen.

It's not unusual for Harley to send him a text. It is unusual for her to request fashion advice. She seems pretty set on her style, such as it is. Her asking for help is like him asking for help.

Highly unlikely.

He agreed, naturally. He can't turn down an afternoon of clothes shopping, even if something seems off about it. So, hopefully for the last time, he puts his PINpoint away and takes another sip of espresso while he waits for Harley to arrive.

Comments

[sweetcandygirl]

Harley is often a person that other people notice when she arrives. Today is no exception -- as she is carrying an armful of sparkly-red short shorts and ripped white T-shirts (what you thought she was wearing the same set of clothes everytime?). And she times it perfectly that Caspar is taking another sipof espresso when the pile of clothes are dropped on the table.

"Help me Oh Fashionable one. You are my only hope." Does he get Star Wars quotes? If not, she is not explaining herself. Just flashing a bright smile.