Aren adjusted his collar again, fingers catching the stiff fabric that refused to sit comfortably.
The suit jacket that looked more like a coat wrapped around him in a way that forced his posture upright whether he liked it or not. The coat itself was a dark charcoal layered over a slightly light gray inner layer, broken only by intricate gold embroidery that ran across one side of his chest and down along the length of the coat.
A crane with its wings outstretched was stitched in fine detail, so realistic that it might take off at any moment.
"You know…for an event that's supposed to be about the homeless. You'd think they'd be less…extravagant?"
He remarked as he stepped out of the car, still adjusting the collar like it might suddenly loosen if he tried enough times.
The fabric obviously didn't budge.
"Well, it is a rich man's event for other rich men after all," Stella answered his question, stepping out from behind him.
