Biffy was, indeed, at work today and impeccably dressed in dark charcoal pants with a waistcoat of a matching charcoal front and deep red silk back. These he wore over over a pale blue shirt with white collar and an expertly knotted red tie overlaid with gold pattern. With his sleeves folded up crisply to his elbows, he was a free advertisement for the store from the points of his collar to the broguing of his wingtip spectators.

While their clientele did include a few young men and ladies who shopped there precisely because Biffy made such nice window dressing, he was always pleasantly surprised. Especially when friends were about. Coming up to tidy up the window display, he paused and looked through the glass to see Alec and he waved immediately. Talented though he was, Biffy couldn't communicate through glass and tilted his head toward the door before going 'round to meet him.

"I didn't know you meant to drop by," he said, smiling brightly. "Do come in. Is this a social call or can I help you find something to wear?"