Zen opened the door and looked at the files in the assistant hands. Although he had not read them yet, he could identify Hera's unique mark on the file, labeling it to be extremely important.
The humanoid patch of grass held out its hands on both sides and looked up into the sky. A moment later, a deep blue, striped suit appeared around his body. One piece at a time, the suit was put onto Zen, as if invisible hands were helping him wear it.
When the coat was finally put on, Zen tightened his tie and closed his buttons himself, before glancing in the mirror. Oh right, he forgot the most crucial part of his attire: the sunglasses! He put on a pair of black, wayfarer glasses and checked his appearance once more. Yes, now he looked dashing. The best part was that he didn't even need cologne - he always naturally smelled like wild grass after a light rain.
