Connor
"Do I look good?" I slowly spun around for Gabe to inspect my outfit. It wasn't much of an outfit, not that I was ever into fashion but Gabe was voted best dressed at multiple award shows. If there was anyone I trusted with an outfit it was him. I simply wore denim straight leg jeans, a tan brown thin jersey with a white vest underneath and simple white sneakers.
I shaved because I had gotten pretty used to it now and even though my hair had grown out again it looked good. In a sort of lumber jack kind of way.
"I think you look good," Gabe hummed, "Better than tracksuits anyway. You have your gift?"
I grabbed the gift bag and nodded, "Yes."
"I wish you all the luck Connor," he gave me tight hug. "Just be relaxed, trust me. You might even enjoy yourself."
"Thank you Gabe, for everything."
"Always Laddie, always, now get going before you're late."
