I tightened the knot of my necktie and adjusted the collar until it sat straight.
The five-piece suit that Solaris sent fit perfectly.
Pale Aquamarine blue, tailored close to the body without feeling stiff. Underneath, a pale white shirt sat crisp against my skin, the cuffs aligned neatly at my wrists.
I faced the mirror.
For a moment, I just stared.
The reflection staring back looked… composed.
The blue suited me more than I expected.
...
....
I looked left and right in the bathroom, even though I already knew no one was here.
Then, for reasons I will never justify, I stepped forward.
I planted one hand against the wall beside the mirror and leaned in.
I lowered my gaze slightly, tried to sharpen my expression, part my lips just enough to look mysterious and maybe even... dangerous?
"…You've been waiting for me?" I muttered to my own reflection.
The mirror version did the same.
I shifted angles. Tilted my chin. Narrowed my eyes further.
No.
Too constipated.
