Eoghan stood nervously in front of his mirror and took a deep breath in. "You can do this." He picked up his glasses from his vanity and placed them on his face. Looking back into the mirror, again, he whispered to himself, "You can do this." From below him sat his short-haired friend. His dog whined a little bit. "It's okay, Weiny. I'll be back soon." Turning back to his bed, he grabbed his forest green jacket before hapzardly pulling it over his arms. He took another deep breath in. "You know him, it's Declan! It's going to be fine." Before casting Apparition, he remembered to grab his the satchel with the new products. He bent down, petting Weiner before leaving the comfort of his home, his farm.
Poof! From his bedroom his body was pulled towards Viridian, in London. It made him feel queezy, he could never get used to the quick jerk from the spell. His ears turned red, and his stomach hurt a bit, but he managed to land quite gracefully in front of the storefront. "Not sure how I landed that. But I'm here!". It seemed as though his internal dialogue never stopped. He looked around the allyway, noticing the bustling of the city life. A rarity. The sun was out, the warm rays kissing his skin. It felt good.
Eoghan had fifteen minutes to spare. He was early!
As he gathered his baring, he bumped into a shopper leaving Viridian. It was all it took for him to notice that his best may not have been good enough. To make matters worse, the shopper leaving had a stiff lip, "Watch where you're going!" He grimanced, "Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry." It was the first time this day that he heard himself speak, his words tumbling out. He took a step back before turning his body ninty degrees, holding the door open to give them a way out. It was unbareable to feel so disagreeable.
Ten minutes left.
Eoghan found himself in the store and began perusing the different fragrances. "Right. You're on a mission. Remember that, chap. You've got this." He thought to himself as he idly stood. Eoghan made sure to not make eye contact with any of the other shoppers in the store and found himself at the sales front. "Erm." He puffed, building confidence in himself before making eye contact with someone besides himself. "I've got an appointment with Declan O'Dwyer. The head of the shop." He tried on his posh London accent, though the Scot in him bled through.
He missed his cottage. He missed the clean air and his plants and the associates that worked with him. Next time he would ask Declan to meet him at his cottage.