On the bottom of his expensive tennis shoes where bright ombre rainbows, each color fading into one another. His clothes were rather simple, a tight, gray tee and a darker pair of cargo shorts - but what really intrigued him was the man’s shoes. Peter definitely wasn’t gay, he had had many girlfriends throughout the year, but Peter could tell that this man was a fine specimen.Īs Peter walked closer, he began to notice the man a little more. The man gave off a kind of aura that screamed confidence, and Peter could see why. The man was fairly handsome, and by what Peter could tell, fairly athletic as well.
As he walked down one such lane, he noticed a man sitting smugly on a step to another building. Luckily, his apartment was only blocks away, so he had plenty of time to walk the streets of the bustling metropolis. Practice does make perfect.Īfter Peter had finished all of his usual, he had got dressed in a rather bland gray suit to go to his accounting job deep in the city. He had done it so much in fact that it only took him a short amount of time, allowing him to catch more sleep. He had done it a billion times the exact same routine everyday before work. Wake up, take a shower, eat some food, get dressed. It was just another plain, boring day for him in the beginning. The answer Peter was given was nowhere near what he had been looking for. Inspired by an Instagram caption that came through my feed.
