Sharp-Dressed Man

He stood on the opposite side of the room, looking over at her with a casual pose. He wore a pressed dark Divanti shirt tucked neatly into his black Eddie Gebran dress pants; an expensive pairing. She wore a dark green Zingara dress, the one from the fall collection, which - it now being winter - was on sale. Women that saw her often remarked what they wouldn’t give to look as good as she did. Nobody ever could.

They would never speak. They would forever be strangers with only the superficial in common: a room and fashion.