I slip my leg through the dress pants and repeat the action with the other leg before tucking in the white button-down dress shirt. The tailor made shirt fits perfectly, just like the blue suit I’m wearing tonight. Grabbing the brown belt, I weave it through the belt loops circling my waist and buckle it in the middle.
I look in the mirror, making sure it’s centered, and run my hands through my short, dark-brown hair before moving back to the bedroom, grabbing the bottle of cologne and spraying one shot on the left and another on the right. I turn the bathroom light off before heading over to the long bench right in front of the king-size bed. My phone rings from the middle of the bed, where I tossed it before I stepped into the shower. Looking down, I see it’s my father calling. Instead of answering it, I press the red button declining the call before grabbing one of the brown shoes and slipping my foot into it.
“Jaxon,” my father yells from down the hall, probably just walking out of his bedroom, “are you almost ready?” The voice gets closer and closer to my door before I hear the knock. “Are you decent?” I shake my head as I snatch up the second shoe. “Dad, we literally showered at the arena three hours ago, together!” I shout as I tie the laces to the second shoe before he sticks his head into the room. “I’m naked,” I joke with him as I look up at him and finish tying my shoe.