"Indeed." Lindsay said.

Sure enough, about 50 minutes later, Kalin was at her appointment, and the doctor had given her an examination, and a battery of tests. When they were done, he shook his head.

"My, my, my." he said.

"You really needed this update." he commented. "Your old prescription is borderline useless to you." he said further.

"Now... we'll need you to pick a pair of frames." he told her.

"And don't worry about price at all." Lindsay interjected. "Pick whatever you think looks good or feels good, or both." he said.

Lindsay merely nodded in response.

"And I'm paying to have them made right now." he told the doctor. "I want her to walk out of here wearing her new glasses." he said further.

"I would have done so, anyway." the doctor responded.

"She needs this. Her current glasses are doing NOTHING for her." he stressed.

"Oh, how are the contacts working for you?" he then asked Lindsay.

"They feel weird." Lindsay responded. "I may go back to my glasses." he said, inadvertently letting Kalin know that he, himself, needed corrective eyewear.

"They are." Lindsay replied, looking at her.

"But the thing is, ANY kind of corrective lenses are at risk when I do my job." he told her.

"Plus, we're talking about constant wear." he went on.

"I'll wear my contacts to my job, but I'll wear glasses all other times." he continued.

"I suggested the contacts to him, and he agreed to give them a trial run." the optometrist then interjected. "He agreed, so we're discussing his final choice." he went on.

"They work just fine, but I don't know if I could ever get used to them." Lindsay added with a sigh and a shrug.

"Contacts aren't for everyone." the doctor reassured him.

"For better or for worse." Lindsay chuckled in response.

He then received a text from someone, and when he answered it, Kalin saw him sigh heavily.

"...hm." he mumbled.

"Kalin, feel like getting fitted for some more formal wear?" he asked her.

"We can go to my friend's boutique right now if you like."

"Not at all." Lindsay responded.

"He's made mistakes in the past, but everyone has. It's not right to judge people on that, especially when he's built up the life he currently has." he told her.

"But no. He's not a bad guy at all. He's friendly, he's personable, he's.... friendly..." he repeated.

"Quite friendly to those he likes, and those that are his friends." he told her further.

"You'll see when we get there." he then said, looking around.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"You mind if we teleport there?" he asked. "It's a bit of a distance from where we currently are."

"It's... awkward to explain." Lindsay replied.

"Let's... let's just say I'm his type." he told her.

He then led her to where they wouldn't be seen, and used his mana to make them disappear from where they were, appearing in an alley elsewhere in the city.

They stepped out from it, and walked down a couple of blocks, before stopping at the store in question. When Kalin looked inside, she saw various designs of shirts, pants, skirts, dresses, various things. And they all looked extremely well-made, ranging from simple and understated, to flashy and attention-grabbing.

When they stepped inside, a chime echoed throughout the store, which was larger than it seemed, but not massive.

"Jaden?" Lindsay called in.

Kalin then saw a male appear from behind a curtain in the back. But a very stylish and almost feminine male. His skin was paler than the norm, he had a black knit cap on his head, with two long blonde bangs sticking out from under it. He had a slender build, which was shown off by his light blue skinny jeans and his grey form-fitting tee.

"Lindsay!" he exclaimed, before snapping his fingers, and disappearing into a hole in the floor that suddenly formed. At the same time, a hole in the ceiling appeared above them, and he dropped down from it, landing right in Lindsay's arms, which were placed up instinctively.

"Hello!" he greeted him excitedly, wrapping his own arms around the brawnier man's neck, and then looking at Kalin.

"Well, hello to you, there!" he greeted the child.

Jaden looked at Kalin for a moment, before getting down from Lindsay's arms.

"Oooh, you have a sassy attitude." he commented.

"I LIKE women with some fire in them." he said.

"And yes, I am Jaden." he confirmed, kneeling down gallantly and taking her hand, as though he were about to either propose, or kiss it as though she were royalty.

"Lindsay, why didn't you TELL me you had a daughter?" he then asked the taller man.

"I've very recently adopted her." Lindsay responded.

"Ohhh, that's so sweet!" Jaden replied in a little bit of a lovey-dovey tone.

Lindsay just sighed as Kalin said what he did, essentially poking the fire... metaphorically speaking.

"I'm not the committing type." Lindsay replied.

"Oh, but you DO know how to show a guy a good time." Jaden commented, causing Lindsay to blush a little.

"W-well... y-yes, I suppose." he admitted.

"Oh, don't you worry yourself over it." Jaden then said. "I'm not wanting to settle down just yet, either." he reasoned, before looking at Kalin.

"He has a heart of gold to go with those steel muscles, doesn't he?" he asked her.

"Now... I'm sure he's here to get YOU something. What is it?" he asked her further.

"She needs some nice clothing for special and formal occasions." Lindsay told Jaden.

"Oh, of course!" Jaden responded.

"Come on." he told Kalin. "We need to take some measurements, find out what you like for colours and fabrics, and then get to making up some mockups." he told her further.

"Essentially, you can pick your own style."

Jaden started to walk off, with Kalin following.

As she said what she did, he laughed in response.

"Ah, a client that knows what they like!" he said.

"You make my life so much easier!" he commented.

"So, what kind of style are we looking for?" he asked her.