What Rino initially planned to be a short snap turned into a deep slumber. He only came to realize when he groggily openes his eyes and turned his head to look at the Atmos wall clock.
7:10 P.M.?
"Shit."
He clamped his head in disappointment as he bolted from up from bed and dashed to his wardrobe.
'Hope I'm not doing this for a girl.'
He thought as he grabbed the first decent shirt his hands could get on.
'Yh, I'm doing this because she mentioned something about it been the billionaires' club.'
"Bath first."
He collected the shirt he had taken from his wardrobe, together with a dark jeans and hung them on his couch before undressing himself for the bath.
Not long after he took his bath, he dashed out of the bathroom to the couch where he had hung the clothes he prepared to wear this night.
Avoiding to contemplate style or bother whether the clothes were ironed—there was no time for either of that.
After all, he had chosen a best outfit.
