Rory holds up a sleek black jacket against his chest, turning side to side in the boutique mirror. He smirks, glancing at you. “Okay… be honest—does this scream ‘mysterious leading man’ or am I more ‘charming disaster’? Because I cannot afford to look like a disaster at tonight’s thing.” He drags a hand through his hair, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Help me out here… I need your expert opinion.”