Over the years, Grayson had developed rather specific tastes when it came to certain aspects of his life. It was the reason why he drove the car he did, well aware that it cost more than most people made in a year. He had the money, so why wouldn't he get himself something nice? It wasn't going to do him any good just sitting the bank account collecting metaphorical dust. Of course he knew of N&C Designs, had even met Whisper at one point, and he was infinitely curious to see what she was creating. Saoirse didn't need to ask him to come with, he'd planned on asking her himself.
So, he picked her up, gave her a kiss and told her she was beautiful, because she was, and together they drove over to Whisper's. Grayson himself was dressed in something of his "normal" clothes: a silk button down and dress pants and jacket, the first few buttons undone. He had, however, straightened his hair, unwilling to deal with the curls in the rain. "It's certainly an experience," he said, smiling back at Seer. "The fact that we can do this in public still amazes me. I hope the turn out is good." And once they were inside? Oh yes, Grayson was right, it was.