“I don’t understand me sometimes either,” Rhys countered, though he was smiling and didn’t mind being teased in that moment. He was used to it for his weird tastes but he also saw Audrey was actually teasing him, though he fully believed her when she stated her love of chocolate. “But I did enjoy the piece you shared with me earlier,” he added after he ordered his bowl of fresh fruit. It would be a nice light ending to such an intentionally heavy meal and he couldn’t wait to dive in.
Rhys looked up as he stuck a slice of melon in his mouth, fork lingering a moment as he took in the questions. He supposed he did forget to explain exactly who is dad was when he mentioned him earlier. Normally people put it together but Audrey didn’t know his surname yet—unless she glimpsed it on his license—and she didn’t seem to be into high fashion, though it was rude of him to judge by looks considering she had just finished a shift at Starbucks.
“Padraig Evans and yes, he does high end and red carpet.” At least that was what the mundanes would know him for. The preternatural world also knew him for his enchanted fashion that sometimes was just cosmetic to add flare at a party or defensive spells woven in. “This shirt and coat are his designs,” Rhys plucked at his shirt with his free hand to indicate the logo. He may have been dressed down for the evening but the shirt still costs hundreds of dollars which he knew was ridiculous and would likely never buy if he wasn’t getting them for free thanks to be the son of the designer.
As they were finishing their desserts, the waiter came by asking if they wanted anything else and after checking if Audrey wanted another glass of wine or dessert, Rhys asked for the bill. When it arrived, he took out his debit card, and smiled at Audrey. “I invited you out so I’m going to pay.” He wouldn’t hear of any protests and tapped in his info, adding in a tip, and thanking the waiter for the excellent food and service. “You can pay next time,” he added after the man had left, some of his confidence returning and implying he hoped there would be a next time.
Rhys looked up as he stuck a slice of melon in his mouth, fork lingering a moment as he took in the questions. He supposed he did forget to explain exactly who is dad was when he mentioned him earlier. Normally people put it together but Audrey didn’t know his surname yet—unless she glimpsed it on his license—and she didn’t seem to be into high fashion, though it was rude of him to judge by looks considering she had just finished a shift at Starbucks.
“Padraig Evans and yes, he does high end and red carpet.” At least that was what the mundanes would know him for. The preternatural world also knew him for his enchanted fashion that sometimes was just cosmetic to add flare at a party or defensive spells woven in. “This shirt and coat are his designs,” Rhys plucked at his shirt with his free hand to indicate the logo. He may have been dressed down for the evening but the shirt still costs hundreds of dollars which he knew was ridiculous and would likely never buy if he wasn’t getting them for free thanks to be the son of the designer.
As they were finishing their desserts, the waiter came by asking if they wanted anything else and after checking if Audrey wanted another glass of wine or dessert, Rhys asked for the bill. When it arrived, he took out his debit card, and smiled at Audrey. “I invited you out so I’m going to pay.” He wouldn’t hear of any protests and tapped in his info, adding in a tip, and thanking the waiter for the excellent food and service. “You can pay next time,” he added after the man had left, some of his confidence returning and implying he hoped there would be a next time.
