"Why does it matter what I wear? No one is going to even notice me anyway if I have anything to say about it." Ross complained as he reluctantly slid off his uniform and replaced it with the red polo that had been offered to him by his strange, doting boss. The older woman gushed as she took his uniform shirt from his hand. "Because I'm not allowing you to go to such a formal affair wearing a grease-stained t-shirt, what would that say about me as your employer? Besides you look so handsome, I was so worried it wouldn't fit you."
Ross grumbled under his breath but didn't relent. The woman was the only one in town who would actually employ him and therefore the only reason he wasn't starving on the street. "Whatever. I'm off to this dumb party, if there's booze don't expect to see me tomorrow." He wasn't almost out the door before she stopped him again and pressed a simple white half-mask into his hands. "Wow...this is the creepiest thing I have ever seen. Why do you even own this?' His answer was him being pushed outside. "Well that's unsettling." He groaned and put the mask on before walking towards the manor.
Ross grumbled under his breath but didn't relent. The woman was the only one in town who would actually employ him and therefore the only reason he wasn't starving on the street. "Whatever. I'm off to this dumb party, if there's booze don't expect to see me tomorrow." He wasn't almost out the door before she stopped him again and pressed a simple white half-mask into his hands. "Wow...this is the creepiest thing I have ever seen. Why do you even own this?' His answer was him being pushed outside. "Well that's unsettling." He groaned and put the mask on before walking towards the manor.