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Who: Quentin Coldwater & Margo Hanson
What: Chance meetings lead to help given
When: 4th May
Where: Random mall
Rating/Warnings: G
Status: Complete

Now that Roman was home from the hospital things had more or less gone back to normal or whatever passed for normal these days. Now that Roman was home and healing quickly, Margo could focus on other things such as work. She was dressing a pop star, she’d only ever heard of once, for an upcoming awards show and had decided to come out and look around to get some ideas, as she usually did before she met with the person she was dressing.

She would usually look at pictures of what they had worn to Awards or red carpet events in the past and either decided if she was going to stick close to what they usually wore or if the person who had dressed them before needed to be fired for the fashion crimes they had committed.

Margo was currently looking at a few dresses that were completely different from the ones the singer had worn at previous events, but that Margo thought would look ten times better than the sacks she’d worn previously.

It would seem during the transition his “job interview” suit had gone the way of the dinosaurs and there was literally no saving it which meant he needed new clothes to snag himself a job. Admittedly if he could avoid malls then he did because whilst he didn’t mind people he had an issue when they were in large groups. Something to do with how people on mass seemed to lose their individuality and became a mob.

So far he had a couple options but none of them were really screaming that they were right so he was still picking through a range of different clothes.

A glance to his right revealed a very beautiful woman picking through dresses and as bold as it might be he couldn’t help himself. “The red would look good, I think.” A smile was given before he picked out a blazer and held it to his chest using the nearby mirror to see how it might look.

As familiar as the voice was as it hit her ears, it wasn’t until Margo turned around, a snappy comeback on her tongue, that she fully recognized it. The comeback died and her dark brown eyes widened slightly as she came face to face with Quentin Coldwater. The same Quentin Coldwater who she’d just seen in the dream she’d had the night before who had been thoroughly distraught over Alice’s death after she’d niffined out.

“They’re not for me, but thanks.” It took Margo a moment to recover from the shock, but she finally found her voice again. The comeback wasn’t as snappy as it would have been for anyone else, but she was still in shock. “It’s possibly for a client.” Oh, she was going to have fun telling Eliot about this.

What? Did he have something on his face? He thought about touching his face just in case but refrained. “A client?” He asked. “Are you a personal shopper or a stylist?” Either or was an option.

In that case…

“I mean if you’re not too busy did you maybe want to help me find job interview appropriate clothes that don’t make me look like my dad?”

“More or less. I dress annoying C-listers for events.” While they may have been c-list celebrities most of the time, it was still better than most people were doing so while Margo liked to complain about the majority of them, she was grateful to be able to do it.

As Quentin poised the question, Margo couldn’t help but look him up and down for a moment, sizing him up and also recalling the fact that she’d seen Quentin naked in the dreams. They all may have been very drunk, off alcohol and emotions, but she still knew what he looked like under those clothes and a small smirk crossed her lips. “Sure, I don’t mind at all.”

Quentin’s eyebrow arched at the very obvious very apparent once over that she was giving him and wondered not for the first time in his life if he should be worried? Not that he lacked in confidence, he just wasn’t arrogant. Big difference.

“Quentin,” he offered with a slow disarming smile before he went back to the blazer, placing it against his chest as he turned to look back at her. “Yes? No? I’m thinking it’s a no but I don’t always make the best calls when it comes to clothes so…”

He gave her his most adorable lost puppy expression complete with a shoulder lift.

It had been obvious from the start that this Quentin had more confidence than the one she knew in the dreams, but that lost puppy expression was extremely familiar and despite having just met him, Margo almost felt like she’d known him for months and she was reminded of their first meeting in the dreams when she had first seen his lost puppy expression upon her and Eliot entering his and Penny’s room.

As he held up the blazer, she shook her head and turned to another rack, “Try this one.” She handed him another blazer as she took the one he’d been holding, “It’ll look like less of a sack on you.” She had spent enough time with Quentin, in the dreams, and had chosen enough clothes for other people that she was able to select the size she thought would best fit him without even asking.

As she held out an alternative blazer the one he was holding went back onto the nearby rack before he took the offering from her, slipping it off the hangar and working his arms into the sleeves. She wasn’t wrong, it definitely looked good and he stole a quick look at himself in the nearby mirror as he smoothed his hands down his chest, catching buttons to pull it close and styled it out.

“I like it,” he affirmed with a nod. “I mean, I think it looks good.”

Margo watched as Quentin put the blazer on, “Of course it does. I know what I’m talking about.” She turned her attention to a rack of ties nearby and poked through them for a moment before pulling one free, “And if you’re planning on wearing a tie, this one will go best with it.” She held the tie out for Quentin to see.

“Clearly,” Quentin returned smoothly as he took the tie and then held it up to his throat, lifting his chin ever so slightly as he tried to get a full and proper image of how he’d look with the right shirt and slacks. “Now all I need is a shirt and some slacks and I think I’ll have a complete outfit. One I should probably try on to make sure it looks just as good in practice as it does in theory.”

“Do you want help with that too?” If there was one thing Margo wished, it was that she could have been recording this entire interaction. Record it and text it to Eliot, because telling him about this would be nothing without video, but she was sure that Quentin would think it extremely strange if she suddenly started recording him. Not that strange things weren’t bound to happen to Quentin now that he had moved to Orange County.

Quentin’s smile turned softer at the edges and his shoulders lifted towards his ears. “Well you’ve guided me this far.” And with a tip of his head to indicate that if she was interested then she should follow him as he headed in the direction of the shirts and slacks.

So much choice. It was honestly intimidating.

This definitely wasn’t how Margo had thought she’d be spending her afternoon, but she wasn’t about to pass up this chance. After all, aside from it being an extremely fun story she could tell Eliot in a few hours, eventually Quentin was likely to start dreaming and considering the shit that happened to them in their dreams it was better for him in the long run to already have made contact with someone else who shared those dreams.

“Alright, but mainly because unlike most of my clients you haven’t started bitching and moaning yet.” Margo may have seemed uninterested to others nearby, but there was a teasing edge to her tone so that Quentin wouldn’t think he was actually bothering her.

Quentin’s lips tugged into a further smile before he rather diligently held up three fingers in what was a well known scout hand gesture. “I’ll be good, scout’s honour.” And he could say that because he’d managed scouts for an all of six months before he’d decided that actually he didn’t do so well with… following and not questioning.

And with that it was second slack to the right and straight on to the shirts.