"Hey, wait!" Lesley rushed down the spiral staircase, ending up in front of Mark. "Are you seriously planning to wear that?"
Mark frowned. "Yes?" It was a question. He was generally fond of his tuxedo. It matched his style, he thought. Lesley shook her head.
"No, not the suit, that shirt. It's...blue."
"A blue shirt under a black tux. Are you sure?"
"Yes. It looks nice." He held up a hand, forestalling further words. "And, it's the only tux shirt I own as of this moment."
Lesley shrugged, and walked off. "Have fun, then."
He shrugged in return, and headed for his car. This time around, he hopped into the Mercedes Benz he had inherited. Rick would throw a fit if Mark didn't show in his most expensive car and attire. The engine revved, sputtered, and caught, and then Mark was off, heading for the gate. He stopped at the checkpoint as his security team checked the perimeter, and then the gate slid open around the bend. Mark zipped out onto the street rapidly, heading for the little store he had last visited.
He pulled up to the store to see Rue standing outside, waiting. She looked good. Her hair was up, although it didn't diminish the look. Red dress, matching lipstick. This would be very interesting. Mark cut the engine, and stepped out, walking up to the woman with a smile. "Hey." He stopped right in front of her. "You're looking good tonight. Ready to go?"
He opened the car door on the passenger side, as he always had.