“Alright, alright, got everything I need?” Glenn Hunter muttered to himself, pacing around the room. Life was being hectic for the 20 year old, and he was currently in the middle of prepping himself for a job interview. You know, boring adult stuff.
“Wallet, check. Keys, check. Name-brand cellphone, double check. Don’t need my resume because they’ll have a copy…should I take my own just in case?” Glenn stopped pacing for a moment, looking puzzled*y at an audience that wasn’t there. “No, no point, they’ll definitely have a copy is something burning?”
If his neighbors across from his apartment were to look in his window, they would see a very humorous sight indeed. A grown man, dressed all to the works * white shirt, black tie, black overcoat, slacks, an dress shoes – frantically sprinting from his bedroom to his kitchen.
Once there, Glenn quickly relinquished his breakfast from the scorching hold of his five dollar toaster. Grabbing at it once, the toast’s fiery exterior lashed out at him, causing him to reflexively pull his hand back, shaking the pain away. But Glenn would be the victor of this duel, pulling the toast out of the steel grasp and onto a plate. Victory, and slightly burnt toast, were his.
He made his way back to his room, both to allow his toast to cool and make sure he looked decent. His hair was still messy, there wasn’t enough product in the world to get it to lay down flat, so he eventually stopped trying. However, on days like these, he at least made it look good-messy. Slightly spiked, on the top, bangs reaching to just above his emerald eyes, and flat all the way to the bottom of his neck. Kind of like a five-o’-clock shadow, but for you hair. He had made sure to shave, and his suit was still immaculate.
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