It was late in the afternoon and Michael stood in his apartment ironing a white shirt. He wiped the fog from his glasses and looked down. “That’s good enough,” he mumbled, “as long as I look half presentable, I’ll be fine.” He walked over to the wall and switched the iron off; his glasses fogged up again. He took them off, gave them a wipe on his hoodie, put them back on. He grabbed his freshly pressed shirt and carried them to the bedroom. There, he changed out his casual gear and into something more formal, suit, shirt but no tie.
Michael
Michael
Michael
It was late in the afternoon and Michael stood in his apartment ironing a white shirt. He wiped the fog from his glasses and looked down. “That’s good enough,” he mumbled, “as long as I look half presentable, I’ll be fine.” He walked over to the wall and switched the iron off; his glasses fogged up again. He took them off, gave them a wipe on his hoodie, put them back on. He grabbed his freshly pressed shirt and carried them to the bedroom. There, he changed out his casual gear and into something more formal, suit, shirt but no tie.