Connor
I was a fidgety mess. Constantly changing which button up shirt seemed perfectly normal whilst not also looking too preppy. Then trousers were another problem. I couldn't figure out if my beige chinos were better or a good pair of denim straight leg jeans.
The chinos seemed too formal and the jeans gave me a semi formal look. Therefore I went for the jeans and wore good tanned leather formal shoes with a matching belt. I threw on a blazer just in case I got cold then stared at myself.
I looked good. Edward had given me a haircut this morning and I had shaved. Chin as smooth as a baby's. I had forgotten I had a little beauty spot next to my chin. The last time I had seen it I was in my early twenties. How time had flown?
