"Where are you going?" Victor asked his cousin who was wearing a suit with a full scowl on his face. Everyone here knew how much he disliked ties for reasons best known to him.
"I have a date with Clara," Marcel grunted out as if it was a herculean task and not an evening of chilling and relaxing.
"Oh." was all Victor said, having understood a bit of Marcel's situation because the thing with Clara is that you have to look perfect. Not a thing out of place unless you want an earful of her shrill voice. His cousin was a wise man by choosing the tie despite his huge dislike.
Marcel didn't say anything and instead battled with the tie he had no idea how to fix.
"Easy," Victor said and stepped in to save the day before his cousin decided to take out the frustration on someone else.
"It's as easy as pie." He told Marcel as he tightened the tie enough and pressed it down his chest, brushing invisible dirt off his suit, "You're good to go."
