The coffee shop felt too small, too quiet after the mysterious woman's appearance. Bruce studied Mishka's face, searching for any sign of the heightened awareness that had become familiar during their recent supernatural encounters. But she seemed almost... normal.
"You're not going to ask about her?" he finally said.
Mishka stirred her now-cold coffee. "After everything we've been through? Another mysterious woman feels almost mundane." Her laugh was dry, tinged with something between exhaustion and dark humor. "I'm more interested in Tokyo."
Bruce pulled out his design notebook, spreading several sketches across the table. The designs were a departure from his previous work - less structured, more fluid. Fabrics that seemed to move between states, colors that shifted depending on the light. Each piece told a story of transformation.
"The collection's about transitions," he explained. "Not just in fashion, but in perception. How we see ourselves, how the world sees us."