Sexy Spectacles
"Tsk, try a pair with a bit more oomph."
"Jareth," I hissed at the insouciant reflection in the optometrist's office, "what are you doing here?"
"Ma'am," called the technician, "are you alright?"
I tapped my earbuds and iPhone. Thank god I remembered to have them out. "My partner is sharing his opinion of my choice in frames."
"Partner," hummed Jareth from the mirror. "I do like the sound of that."
I adjusted the minimalist wire frames, ignoring his tone. "You really don't like these?"
"More boring than pince-nez. The earpieces of spectacles are beautiful, tantalizing things. Try something bold and magnificent. How about those for instance?" He leaned forward to stretch out of the mirror.
"Oh, no you don't." Him crawling out of a mirror was something I couldn't explain away with a strategically placed smartphone. "Just tell me which bold and magnificent things have caught your regal eye."
His amused smile made my entire chest warm. "Those dark purple ones with the gems on the side."
"Seriously?"
"Just try them."
"Fine." I slipped them on and blew out a breath. "Well, it's a look."
"That's panache in spades right there. One more thing, though?"
"Mmm?"
"Take them off as if you're lost in thought and place the edge of the earpiece against your lips."
"Jareth!"
"They highlight that glint of moral outrage you get, too. A definite winner."
I pressed my fingers to my forehead for a long moment before calling to the technician. "I'll take these."