"Mr. Zyn!" A thin man, dressed in a rather distinctive purple polo shirt that seemed a bit too snug, with a yellow scarf around his neck and shiny black pants, stood up from his seat when he saw me.
His outfit didn't quite match the upscale vibe of the place, but it made him stand out. The purple shirt clashed a bit with the classy surroundings, and his yellow scarf caught everyone's eye as it flapped when he got up.
His green hair also did not help with his current attire, but I'm not really one to judge, considering I get my fashion sense from researching "Best Attire for handsome Men" most of the time.
He was Evelyn's group current manager. Looking at his outfit, I could tell he wasn't exactly rolling in dough. His attempt at looking classy was like a fashion mixed up.
"You can sit down," I gestured with my hands, inviting him to remain seated.
