22. Wit and Wisdom

Theodore's POV

I stand in front of the floor length mirror propped up against the wall in my bed room, staring awkwardly at my own reflection. Sure, I look presentable enough. Except for the little dark circles underneath my eyes, everything looks fine, but I still feel nervous as hell.

Leaving a sigh, I grab my coat off my computer chair, slipping into it. After making sure my phone and wallet are tucked carefully away in my coat pocket, I sling my bag on my shoulder and leave my room, closing the door behind shut.

Walking down the stairs towards the living room, I hear the sound of my Dad talking to someone in a reassuring business sort of way. He was sitting, leaning against the couch, dressed in his crisp black suit, his new iPhone 15 Pro Max in his grasp as he chatted during what was no doubt a business call.

He glances up at me as I walk towards the front door and totally surprises me by saying, "Sam, I'll have to give you a call later. My son's getting ready to go out."

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