I felt like a teenage boy gearing up for his first date, nerves buzzing like a swarm of bees in my stomach. My entire wardrobe lay sprawled across the bed, a chaotic mix of colors and fabrics that reflected my indecision. Should I call in my personal stylist? Nah, that would be overkill. Instead, I opted for something casual yet stylish. A polo shirt and shorts seemed just right. After all, it was just a shopping trip. She had seen me in suits enough times; it was about time she caught a glimpse of the laid-back me. Maybe, just maybe, it would shift her perception of who I really was.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I couldn’t help but admire my reflection. The polo hugged my frame just right, accentuating the hours spent at the gym. I had never skipped leg day, and it showed. My legs
