Suddenly, looking at his reflection in the glass window beside him, he realized he looked completely out of sorts right now—bloodshot eyes, deep dark circles sunk under them, unkempt hair and he was still in crumpled nightwear. Honestly, his appearance wasn't the least bit flattering, if you say lightly and completely wrecked, if a bit hard.
Earlier,his mind had been too preoccupied to care, but now, seeing himself like this, he felt embarrassed—not much, just a tiny bit. And the reason? Because he wasn't the only one wearing clothes like that.Around him were people in even more outrageous attire: pajamas, slippers… which honestly isn't a big deal here in the States. But for a bit of a neat freak like him, it was a big deal.
So, He quickly stood up and walked over to the counter to settle the bill—which was surprisingly, or perhaps unsurprisingly, much less than he had expected.
But then, he discovered an even more embarrassing fact...
