by Victor Freud » Mon Aug 21, 2023 3:27 am
In one sense, Victor wasn't dressed much differently than how he normally did; slacks, a dress shirt, a tie. But it was how he wore it that was different. The white dress shirt was tucked in just a little too much, the tie a little too short, his hair combed back and cemented into place with a generous helping of pomade. With a messenger bag over one shoulder and a lanyard around his neck he looked like every bit like an awkward intern, and that was exactly what he was going for. Not just so innocuous that people wouldn't notice him, but that people would actively try not to lest he come and talk to them.
The lads in the young man's pocket couldn't see anything but they could hear what was happening around them; the sound of the city street giving way to the relative quiet of the bank's lobby. Things remained quiet, until a female voice was heard nearby asking him if he needed any help.
"Ah, yes actually." Came the reply, with some hints of some Eastern European accent. "I have meeting with Mr. Patel, but I was hoping I could freshen up first. Your washroom, it is...?"
The female voice gave him directions and, after some more time, the sound of another door closing brought with it an even more noticeable silence, apart from shoes against tiles, and stall doors being opened. A squeaky hinge, a clack, and then he spoke.
"Alright, that's the easy part done." He said, pulling his hand out of his pocket with his two passengers, crouching to gently set them on the floor of the handicap stall. To see the world at such a tiny scale was probably pretty disorienting for some first-timers, so he was trying to be as accommodating as he could.