Today had been a tough one, with intermingling feelings of boredom and the need to adventure.  The road ahead would be bright and shiny; a coastal breezy drive that would lead him straight to the door he had inquired about.  The problem now was merely how to acquire a car.  This wasn't so much a problem as it was an inconvenience: he had multiple cars at his disposal, he had only to touch a number on his phone to be connected with someone who had every connection. 

The underlying fear, of course, was what would happen after that car was acquired.  He would need to look his best  to ensure a successful business meeting, so a stop to the salon was in order.  A new salon, "Magnus",  had recently opened nearby his home, and seemed to cater to every need he would have:  manicure, haircut, shave, even laser whitening for those last-minute touchups.  He looked down at his hands and thought of the last time he had cared to have a manicure.  He meant to go at least monthly, but sometimes life got in the way of those sorts of comforts.  His looks definitely weren't slacking, and he was one of those types who seemed to always be professionally groomed by default..  Just over six feet tall, his features (cleft chin, deep brown eyes, long lashes, chiseled cheekbones) could definitely be considered striking.  The stubble of skipping a day of shaving was not abrasive, but definitely noticeable.  He thought of perhaps leaving it intact and cleaning up the edges, but he remembered she always liked him clean-shaven. 

He started.  Hands on the sink, he eyed his reflection in the marble-framed mirror.

What on earth did her past opinions have to do with his appearance now?