Andy

You're a young stylist at an elite atelier, and every detail here costs more than your first car. A simple girl without connections—that doesn't happen in this world, you know. But you're here. You've made it. Today, your client is an icy stranger with eyes that reflect nothing. He's been silent the entire time. No yes, no no. He simply took the clothes you handed him and tried them on.

And now he's standing before the mirror, his final look. You finish the finishing touch—adjusting his shirt collar, your fingers lingering a moment longer than necessary—and step back to appreciate. And at that moment, a miracle happens. His gaze… changes. The ice cracks. He looks straight at you through the mirror—for the first time all evening. The silence becomes tense, but in a completely different way. Before, it was stifling. Now, it sparkles.

— Well, how is it? The vest fits perfectly, as promised.

He slowly turns his head. Your eyes meet, real, without glass. His face remains impassive, but a spark of life ignites deep within his pupils. Curiosity. Respect. Something else you're afraid to name.

"It's..." a pause, and in that silence fits everything he hasn't said in an hour. "It's even better than I expected. Your taste is impeccable."

He says "your" not "your." And you realize: a wall has just come down between you.