The man who sits in the driver's seat has ash brown hair, with speckles of blond shining through. It's gelled back neatly, matching the pristine navy suit that he wears. A silver watch rests fashionably on his wrist and Kyden feels underdressed. He looks away and focuses on the scenery that passes by.
Then again, in the presence of one Raziel Ervenir, Kyden never fails to feel underdressed and less than presentable.
"Where are we going?"
"I've booked us a table at the Mother's Pearl. Perhaps it might be a bit inappropriate for the occasion but…I didn't want it to be so somber."
Kyden's lips pull taut. "Professor," he bites out, "My attire is hardly suitable for a place like the Mother's Pearl."
If only Professor Ervenir had waited, he complains internally.
