He couldn't believe it! He actually had an interview!
The boy with deep emerald eyes could hardly keep from smiling. Excitedly, he brushes a hand through his already messy copper colored locks before pushing himself away from his desk and coming to a standing position. Even then, he leans down once more to re read the email he had already read at least a half a dozen times. His green eyes waving back and forth as he hovers over every word with unbridled joy for such an opportunity to have to come to him, and as a freshmen in undergrad too! The russet haired boy finally closes his laptop, that pleased grin evident on his face. And though it was just an interview, Malachi knew this was a great opportunity regardless, and imagine if he actually got the opportunity. For a moment, he closed his eyes underneath those russet tinted lashes of his and he could imagine it.
Watching surgeries from the observation rooms, following doctor's by their coat tails, even getting to meet the patients, patients that were like patients one day Malachi would be treating. Patients like Alia, his sister, the entire reason Malachi had ever thought of going to school to be a doctor. No one in his family was so, at least in the surgical sense. The russet haired boy father had been Psychologist and his mother was a lawyer, her clients she represented all children finding themselves in heartbreaking situations. And Lisabet, she had gone to school to be a teacher. Malachi was certainly the first, a title he was proud to take upon himself. His grandfather, a war hero turned loving grandfather, who still worked on the intelligence side of things, developing new equipment. But Malachi, he loved the stories his grandfather told him, saving his buddies from injuries, facing things he never thought he would. He had joined the efforts of the military because it was what all his ancestors had done before him. Malachi, the grandson of battle leaders, the son of peacemakers, and now he too wanted to leave his mark on the world, and this volunteer position was a great way for the green eyed boy to start.
That peridot gaze finally comes back into focus as he realizes that he should probably get together his resume and find something it wear for the interview. And that is when the russet haired boy's eyes pop wide open. Something to wear! He didn't have any proper interview clothes. Palm meets his face as he slowly reaches for his phone. He knew exactly who would know what to do at a time like this: his mom.
A bit of a smile comes to his face as he hears his mother pick up on the other line. He can almost picture those soft brown eyes crinkling into a smile as she says: "Hello, Malachi." A hand unconsciously runs through his russet hair as he begins to voice concerns about his what he ought to wear to the interview. And all the while he talks to the one who had given him life, his face does not fade from that smile. That smile is an old friend of his. One that is trite and deceptive. His mother finally suggests a store and that he could simply send her pictures of what he was considering. Finding the advice sound enough he ended the conversations with a goodbye and an I love you as the pair always did.
For today though, the red haired boy finds himself wearing a simple grey sweater, skinny jeans and a pair of grey converse as he heads out the door, following an address that leads him to the North side of Sacrosanct. Malachi admires the brilliant array of autumn colors that set fire to the trees that reach skyward like Faith reaches to their mother when she wants to be held, varying from fiery reds to glowing golds and earthy browns. It was astounding how quickly things changed. Autumn was surely upon the world. A gentle sigh usher softly through his lips as he feel content once more, chestnut hair moves messily in the breeze only slightly due to its shorter length. He only pauses in his admiration of autumns beauty when he realizes he has come to the street he needs to turn down, which he does hastily.
That hair of varying shades of crimson seems to almost reflect the autumn air as green eyes finally come across the store name his mother had told him to check out and see if perhaps he were able to find anything. A crooked smile still roams his face as he opens the door with excitement. Inside, the the russet haired boy finds rows and rows of formal looking business clothes. Green eyes sweep over the woman's section, knowing he most likely would not be wearing a dress to the interview. Instead those green eyes find themselves looking at the line of jackets. The first jacket he pulls is a bright blue and Malachi finds himself thinking with a grin, of the time his father wore a bright blue jacket to his anniversary dinner with Malachi's mother, and how she had been unable to do anything but laugh and smile, proudly taking his arm despite his ridiculous outfit. The russet haired boy returns the jacket to the rack before scanning along the edge of it, in an attempt to find his size, which, to be honest, he wasn't entirely certain of. Eyes catch a navy blue jacket and he pulls it off the hanger before sliding his arms into each of the sleeves and letting it rest comfortably against his body. A few minor adjustments and he strolls over to a mirror to see the fit of the jacket. He thinks it looks nice, against his russet hair, but Malachi had never really been good with style, unfortunately he had received his father's genes when it came to that. It had been Alia who had taken Malachi shopping and found him the perfect outfit the star athlete of a high school ought to wear. But now he was left to flounder on his own.
Well, maybe not...
Sensing another body beside him, he turns green eyes upon them with an easy genuine smile on his face. Chestnut hair and all, he asks his question before he has even fully turned. "Excuse me, I'm new to this clothes shopping thing, does this look okay?"