“Claim down.” He argued from the corner as he gathered up more things. “Either you dress in a color that’s a nude natural color or you dress like every other woman who will be there and not be memorable because you look like everyone else.” He picked up a pair of shoes, given a good guess of her size before grabbing an over the shoulder classy looking black bag. “No one wears colors anymore and no one really dresses in colors anymore. A shame really; you want to be remembered for you talent, your skills and the way you speak; your outfit deserves to make you stand out for all the right reasons. And furthermore…” 

At that moment he turned around and saw her in the dress. Despite her lack of proper make up and her messy hair she looked beautiful in the dress. His own words caught in his throat and he swallowed hard before composing himself once more than walking to her. “Here, this bag will look good with the dress but will be big enough for you to carry copies of your resume, collect and hand out business cards and keep a professional yet classy appearance.” And that he moved a chair behind her and had her sit down.

Down on a single knee, he picked up her bare foot and gently slipped in her foot. Even though his hands where rough and callus, his movements and the way he handled her were gentle, kind and as soft as could be. However when he went to put on her second shoe it became apparent that his hands were shaking slightly… was he, nervous?