Jaroslav entered the building, he was nicely dressed in his maroon jacket, it was tightly button, so only the neck of his black turtle neck sweater shown. The jacket reached to his knees, so it covered a good portion of his silk black slacks, the slacks wasn't baggy, but they did drape over his white winged tipped, squared toed shoes—the man was obviously ahead of the fashion, or behind, whatever the person preferred.<br/><br/>When he came in he noticed the eyes of the secretary freeze on him, maybe it was because they knew he was coming, or the better reason being how he entered. He didn't saunter, he didn't glide, he<em>slithered</em>; he just gave people that feel of sleazy. He was a bouncer's eye candy, they loved watching him move through out their room, he was what made women pulled up their blouse, or brush their hair onto their shoulders. No woman wanted to be left in a room with a guy like him, his stare just made them feel molested and used.<br/><br/>He flexed his cheap purple latex gloves, freshly pulled from the paper box he got at a market, and walked over to the counter. His eyes shifted up as he gave the man one look—not in the eyes—and that's when it began, his body was stiff as his eyes traveled to random places, but if people were to really pay attention, they'd see he wasn't searching the place, just looking at awkward things, like the edge of the counter, or the corner of the ceiling. He heard the man ask for his name, but didn't look at him.<br/><br/>“Jaroslav, Jeovonni.” He said with his Slovakian accent, his hands was squeaking as he kept flexing his fingers.<br/><br/>He listen to the man's words, but he didn't care until he was told to go in. Jaroslav walked over to the door and reached for it but the man eyed him strangely and grabbed for the door first, he ignored it and walk in, staring at the woman sitting at the desk, she was attractive, but all women were to him. Though her long dark hair was lovely, and her green eyes were very bright; he just wanted to dress her in the finest of clothing.<br/><br/>“Hello, I am Jaroslav.” He said, walking over to the desk, and standing pin straight; he wasn't stiff like those military man, just someone who took great pride in his posture.