Pregled posta

Marketing

With the usual display of confidence about her, the England native approached the corner, pausing upon catching sight of the ongoing traffic. Shifting the position of her fingers around the straps of her purse, her grip tightened against the leather material as she inclined her cleft chin, head canting to the right just slightly as she waited for the cars to clear enough so that she might pass to the other side of the street. From her peripheral vision, Olivia could see someone standing to her left, and with a turn of her head in that individual's direction, she spotted the man and, instinctively, her cerulean gaze shifted onto his shoes. Being the aficionada of quality footwear that she was, the blonde woman softly arched the thin, fair hairs of her left eyebrow, smirking subtly before commenting, "Nice shoes.". It was one thing when another woman sported attractive footwear, but it was another when a man did, and Olivia always admired a man with taste.

Tobias Reyes' stood outside the First Bank's building, anxiously fidgeting with his watch as his glance turned from the busy street to the side-walk before him--then back again. Truth be told, the blond had made his way outside for a breath of fresh air and a cigarette but somehow he'd managed to clean the box out earlier that day and had yet to find the time to buy more. Tobias' more-than-distracted attention would turn toward the woman standing at the corner as she spoke, his light blue eyes drifting down toward his feet as her comment sinks in before looking back up in her general direction. "Thank you." The blond would state, slightly caught-off-guard by the comment before taking a step toward the curb.

Ethereal Warrhol faced him somewhat, turning herself onto a slanted stance when she noticed his sight fixed itself upon her. She felt a vibrating sensation from the interiour of her purse, but refrained from acknowledging it. Judging by its the briefness of said vibration, the forensic psychiatrist determined that it had been a text message, which made her even less interested in responding to it. For the meantime, at least. The corners of her mouth curled, her lips parting a moment thereafter before she offered one of her prominent, pearly-white smiles, and she replied, "You're very welcome. Let me guess..". Cue pause as she tapped a beautifully-manicured index-fingertip against her chin. "..Ferragamo.", said Olivia, gesturing toward the man's footwear with a motion of that same finger.

Tobias Reyes grins slightly as he lifts his left foot up into the air, right index finger extending to point at his shoe as he spoke. "Ferragamo." The blond would move his finger through the air after the word had left his mouth; moving to his watch, then his shirt, then down to the waist of his pants before moving up to his face. The flow of designer names leaving his lips one after another in an all-too fluid movement. "Chanel, Ralph Lauren, Michael Kors, Tobias Reyes Nakajima." The blond would say, as the grin shifts its way into a slight smirk with his cocky introduction.

"Not bad.", she replied. Along with the fellow blond's cocky attitude came an increase of interest on the English woman's part, obscurely shown by means of a soft raise of the thin, fair hairs of her eyebrows. She turned, facing him in full before the right corner of her mouth tugged upward some, bringing forth a small smirk within the crease of Olivia's lips. With a casual, outward point of her left foot, the she began. "Kate Spade.", said the psychiatrist, gesturing toward her flats with a graceful motion of her own index finger, the blue depths of her eyes maintaining flawless eye contact with the man-- that was, of course, unless he happened to avert his gaze. "Nanette Lepore.", she continued, pointing toward her trousers, then to her top and to her purse. "Diane von Furstenberg, Michael Kors..". And, last but certainly not least, she finished, "..Olivia West.". Upon the mention of her name, she extended her hand politely, the smirk on her lips leaving, replaced by a more amicable grin.

Tobias Reyes' gaze follows the woman's finger as her own index finger moves from each piece of clothing and accessory in her ensemble and a soft chuckle would leave the blond's lips as the woman extends her hand and states her own name. The blond appreciated a woman who knew her designers and actually had the level of sarcasm needed to appreciate his humor; and his expression as he closed the distance between them and took her hand in a simple gesture of greeting would plainly show his amusement. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. West." The blond would say, his gaze locked on her own as he continued. "Almost as much a pleasure as meeting your outfit." The blond would say, his lips curling up at one end as the remark leaves his lips.

Ethereal Warrhol's lips pursed some, but the gri