||TW - Mention of suicide ||
-SECTION SONG-
"I'm Fine" - Ashe
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April's POV
Now this is a coincidence.
In fact, the ultimate definition of a coincidence.
I specially decided to come here as everyone says that you are the best personal shopper in town.
For the first time in my life, I may have regretted being called that term, just now.
Oh really? Any chance that they were kidding?
Because if I wasn't, I would not have been feeling like a weak little rabbit in the winter while at a MPD conference held for a crime investigation.
That's what I wanted to know. Now I know that they weren't.
He would have gone somewhere else to buy a suit.
Calling me weak was an understatement. When I stepped into the conference suite, I was already numb from experiencing shocking incidents at a stretch. So the moment I was introduced to the MPD detectives whom I expected to be some burly dudes with stern looks and instead I met his sharp forest green eyes, I felt like collapsing on the thick carpet floor to never wake up. Of all the people out of seven billion choices, it had to be the most intriguing client I've had and I happened to meet him just a few hours ago.
It was as if I was being tested by some spiritual force out there on how emotionally vulnerable I could be in a day before I completely breakdown. Right now, it was as if everywhere I looked, I had a new detail that made me want to pinch myself to get a grip on myself. For example, the suit that I chose for him looking like it was specifically made for him and his pairing of it with a crisp black shirt were pleasing sights, but that did not make them emotional supports for me.
"By the way, nice to meet you. I'm Lucas Spencer"
"...Lucas Spencer, First Lieutenant of the Crime-"
I thought my blood turned to ice hearing where he served at.
He looked like the last person to ever have a high position at a tough place like the MPD in the morning with his silky Hawaiian shirt and skinny jeans. Long hair? Calming voice? A love for rings? Police dudes are not supposed make you feel excited to commit a crime so that you'll get to see their face continuously.
Then again, 'don't judge a book by his cover'. I guess we all tend to forget our own advices to others.
Mr. Spencer might have been equally shocked to see the nervous wreck of a Personal Shopper who got him a suit fit for the Oscars just a while back, to be walking under the CIA roof and being involved in their investigations. His wide smirk could be his way of accepting the incidents happening in front of him. He probably felt the chill running through me when he shook my hand. Why else would he give a light squeeze? To leave the mark of his rings in my palm?
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