In the Pocket
He strode down the street with his cell phone pressed to his ear, his free hand gesturing wildly as he spoke. I could tell his dark blue suit was expensive due to its cut and how it hung on his shoulders which were pulled back in perfect posture. Most people wouldn’t notice it, but the suit coat swung differently on his left side as he walked.
His face was tan with a perfect shave and his hair appeared recently cut. He continued to jabber into his cell phone and ignored beautiful woman after beautiful woman as they passed him on the street. I imagined he wouldn’t have to chase them; it would probably be the other way around. If only one word could describe the man, it would be confidence. He was perfect.