Skins

JAX’S POV.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror again after I curled my hair to the side. I was content with the image I saw; an undercut faded that I had achieved by myself with my clipper. I wasn't a barber, but I liked cutting my hair to my taste. I was dressed and ready to go. I flashed my white set of teeth as I tilted my head countless times to see how I looked.

I was cute. That was no doubt.

It was an Executive 3-piece pattern Tuxedo Suit. The suit, a mixture of Black and Blue, blended perfectly. The pant was Brown, along with the bow tie. In comparison, the inner was a White shirt.

I didn't want something too flashy, so I settled for it.

I stepped away from the mirror to pick up my phone from the bed. My eyes landed on the screen. The time was thirty minutes after Eight, and I had not heard from her.

By anything, I meant a more detailed response or anything to let me know that she was also going.

Or should I message her to ask?

I wondered and immediately opted out because I