"Oh." is all he can really say to that comment. He's speaking Tim, not Red Robin. His voice is at least two octaves higher and he looks like a smile would not be an alien expression on his face.
"I didn't think it would be appropriate to go in gear, though I do have it stashed in a safe place if necessary. Do you need more time to get ready or can you go now?" Tim asks, noting the dress. It flatters her form and he notes, sadly, that it reminds him of someone he used to know.
How do I look, Alvin? Giselle used to ask him, even though he'd always tell her she looked amazing.
He shakes his head to clear away the memory. Work is the focus now.
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