Not Forgotten (the wolf among us) (Book 2)

Suits

"Of course it is" Bigby quietly chuckled as Snow twisted her body to face him. She smiled up at him as his hand pushed a loose lock of hair behind her ear. "You should leave your hair down more often. It suits you" he whispered while another smile cracked on his face making Snow blush.

"Thanks Bigby. But please let's keep this professional" she teased tapping the tip of his snout making his brow raise. She wiggled her way from his grip and went back to her desk. She fell back into her chair and Bigby fixed his tie while walking back over to her.

"So it was professional up until that?" He teased resting his arms on the top of her chair and peering down to her. She shuck her head smiling and looked up at him.

"Bigby, just go before-"

"What? Oh I get it" he laughed flying his hands in the air and walking toward the door.

"Where are you?-"

"No I get it. Im a distraction. Right?" He laughed holding the door handle and looking over at her.

She smiled again at him and said nothing as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his classical packet of huff n puffs. He slipped one in his mouth winking and waving at Snow and soon was out the door.

Snow blushed again looking around the office until the sound of flapping wings caught her ear. "Bufkin?"

"Yes, Miss White?"

"What did you see?" She asked turning in her seat to see the little monkey on top of the nearby bookshelf fiddling with his thumbs.

"You and Mr. Bigby..." He chuckled shrugging his shoulders.

-Evening 6p.m-

After a long talk with North which seemed to go on for almost 2 hours he finally left Bigby alone. He had to listen to every little rant of nonsense about why he left Winter. Bigby had only realised he never spoke of whatever he wanted to speak of when he first walked in. It didn't matter though, he wasted enough time listening to him in the first place.

He left his office and decided to prepare for this Gala that Snow talked about only hours ago. He wasn't one for these sort of things but he agreed to it in the end. He has no way out of it now.

What does he need though?

Himself obviously, since the thing was for him... Nice clothes?

He would have to dress well for it. Great. There was no point turning up in his attire that consisted of a creased, in the verge of turning yellow, white shirt, dusty old black slacks and his signature tie hanging loosely around his neck. No, he needed something nice, something fancy.

He needed a suit.

However, considering his wages and lifestyle how was he going to pull out the money for one of those? He didn't exactly have enough to buy everything he needed. Specially a decent apartment or a different set of clothes.

Now he has a problem. It being embarrassing of course because everyone was expecting him to show up in one. And Snow would be embarrassed too, and he wanted to impress her.

"What the hell am I going to do?" He mumbled to himself digging his hand in his pocket to discover he only had $50, his pack of cigarettes and keys. He put his hand in the other and felt a card in it. He pulled it out and discovered he owned a bank card, but for how long he owned that puzzled him the most. He never remembered getting it, but this could possibly have money on it.

He ran outside and down the street to soon discover one of the bank machines. He examined the card in his hand and slid it into the card slot. The screen loaded and then asked for his pin.