"Good morning, Officer." A gentle voice greeted him.
Ravi paused and turned to look at the incarnation, "Good morning."
Who chose his clothes? Ravi suddenly thought as he took him in, ignoring the golden circle of his head, the long strawberry blonde coils were done in a low, messy bun.
He wore a light blue button-down shirt and v v-neck sweater that gave off a comfortable feel. The khaki trousers looked like they go on forever and a simple leather belt accentuated the look.
He looked very good this morning and blank green eyes stared at him.
"Good morning. I have a question."
"Ask away?" Malik said, there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
"How do you get dressed? No, scratch that, I meant, how food you choose your clothes when you can't see."