115 New Bond St.

It was frightening to walk into what some consider to be an overpriced shop for the first time. The doormen wearing their crimson frock coats and top hats addressing you with "Good day Maam." "Enjoy your shopping." Both very polite of course. Then upon entering to be overwhelmed by the cloying scent of the many and varied fragrences and have your sight taken away by the multiple colours of the clothing articles and phelthora of choices in all tones, shades and tints.
Like a little spider I crept to a corner and unknowingly began to organize the mess of assundry items left about in a disarray. Perhaps I simply desire to always have order?
Thereupon an impecably dressed and very well shod man touched my shoulder and addressed me.
"Good morning Miss, do you work here?"
"I am sorry, I do not."
"Oh, well then, perhaps you might be able to explain how to find something that matches?"
I picked up an item and showed him the back of the tag. "Oh see these numbers and letters, they stand for the colour. All you have to do is match the codes."
He smiled. "I never would have known. Thank you. I hope you find what you're looking for."
I blushed. "This is my first time here. I really have no idea what to get."
He smiled again, bright white. "Black is classic and red is aluring. Yet something in sapphire to match your eyes would be enchanting. Good luck with your search."
I nodded "Thank you." as he walked away.
My purchase went into my backpack. I did not want others to see me carrying the garish pink and black pinstriped bag. Buttoning my school jacket closed I stepped out into the fall air. The mystery man was there smiling.
"Oh we meet again. You didn't find anything that suits you?"
Blushing, "I did, but I put it away in my backpack. It would be embarrassing if someone from school saw me carrying it."
He nodded. "Of course. Discretion, it is good to be discrete." He paused. "I am certain that whoever sees you wearing your outfit will be very happy."
I gasped. "Oh no, it's just for me. I wanted something a little fancy, a little nice."
He pursed his lips thinking. "Maybe you'll show a new friend?" He handed me a card. "My number if you want to send a photo." With a slight pause. "It would brighten my day and chase the solitude and lonliness away."
Politely I took his card. "Maybe, I'll think about it."
He smiled and gently shook my hand. "Until later then. Do take care." He turned and walked away.
Two days passed and I reflected on the mysterious man. Older than the eldest boys at school, but younger than dad is. He obliviously is working and is of means. How else could he have his nice clothing and shoes. Standing in front of my wall length mirror I posed and took several pictures. Then I sent them to him and waited. I thought no one would ever know.
His reply was quick.