She looked him up and down, her gaze landing on the man's cufflinks.
The man across from her seemed to be sizing her up as well.
"Mister, your cufflink is about to fall off,"
Clara Knox said, forcing herself to greet him, then realizing her pickup line was old-fashioned.
The man was dressed in a finely tailored silver-gray suit, exuding luxury. He raised his arm to look at the cuff.
"This lady has a keen eye."
"My friend is a fashion designer. If you need help, my friend could assist,"
The man raised an eyebrow slightly, "That would be appreciated."
He said, taking off his jacket and handing it to her.
Clara was secretly delighted, thinking of how to ask this gentleman to take them into the event later.
Isaac Turner had a bit of a professional habit and always carried a needle and thread with him. He found a light gray thread and started sewing the button back on.
"It's my fortune to have met this lady and your friend today. How can I repay you?"