Today was the first day of his new reality, and he needed a different kind of armor. He wasn't looking for just any shirt. He was looking for a statement of independence.
Leo smiled, buttoned the middle copper button, and walked out the front door into the bright afternoon sun.
It looked tough, like it could survive a motorcycle slide.
For three years, he had worn the exact same uniform to work. Stiff white collars. Tailored grey suits. Polished black oxfords. He looked successful, but he felt like he was wearing someone else's life. Yesterday, he had quit.
Leo stared at the cursor blinking against the search bar:
He looked in the mirror. The man looking back wasn't a corporate drone anymore. He looked relaxed. He looked capable. He looked like himself.