150 CH 149: It's a 'Fake' Date

Ambryan checked his watch. The sun gleamed on the glass covering. Behind him, his newly polished Mercedes-Maybach S650 reflected the tall building in the vicinity.

The weather was changing around him. The heat warmed his back while a cool breeze kissed his cheek. The pavement no longer scorched through the soles of his shoes. His navy blue coat buttoned over his waist. Gray trousers covered his legs. 

A red tie hung from his neck.

His ears picked up the pattering of heels against tiles. He flickered his gaze towards the building's entrance. On top of the front steps stood a pair of black thigh boots underneath a violet jumper dress. Fair skin peeked between the skirt hem and the boot lining. White long-sleeved sweater protected the upper body against the chilly air.

Wavy crimson hair swayed with the wind.