This morning I woke up two hours before my usual and I told Anya the day before that she didn’t need to go up to my place. Today I had to meet someone I would rather not to, but I knew I needed to.
I let out a deep exhale as I looked at myself in the mirror. It was five in the morning and the sun was barely rising in the horizon, but I was already dressed up slightly casual from my usual, but still formal.
It was a blue dress shirt that only buttoned up to three fourths of my chest, grey trousers that I think I might have overgrown a little because it was a little tight on my thighs, and white sneakers that were perfectly comfortable for a walk.
I bit my lip as I looked at myself up and down, satisfied with my overall look. “Alright, Maximo. You know who you are. Nothing’s changed.”
