James looked at his plain blue shirt in discontent, this would be his second date with Natalie in a week and he wanted to impress her. He had no idea how his wardrobe dwindled down to only shabby, worn out clothes, and ones that screamed ‘hey I’m a cop, respect me!’.
He needed something that would make him stand out, something that Natalie would notice and admire. Something that would show her he was more than just a Detective. He need something to make her see him in new light. But as he gazed at his wardrobe, he realized he had nothing that fit the bill.
Everything was either too plain, too worn, or too blatantly “cop - like”. He sighed, feeling his frustration growing.
But just when he’s about to settle for the shirt, trying not to beat himself up for not having a decent outfit, he
