"Let's take a picture together here, shall we?"

Murray placed a finger to his lips and chuckled softly, "Go on, tell me more."

Not wanting to dwell on the sycophantic principal any longer, Emily switched the topic. She surveyed Murray from head to toe, smiling, "Aren't you hot?"

The weather was splendid, with the sun shining brightly and the temperature likely around 27 to 28 degrees Celsius.

Murray was dressed in a three-piece suit, its fabric a luxurious baby alpaca wool, which seemed overly formal for the occasion.

Murray smiled and unbuttoned his suit jacket, handing it to Cornelius. He stood in a cream-white shirt and an apricot-grey waistcoat. Unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt, he casually rolled up the sleeves to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms. His long, straight fingers, with prominent knuckles faintly blushing beneath the pale skin, trailed blue veins that climbed from his hands to his exposed forearms, a sight of striki