Shameless Prince

The man at the door continued to stare at Art, his expression a mix of disbelief and growing annoyance.

'How the hell did I forget?' Art’s thoughts raced, his heart pounding in mild panic. If this were anyone else, he could come up with an excuse and call it a day. But this wasn’t just anyone. And hadn’t she said by seven? The details were blurring in his mind now, and none of them helped. Despite his inner turmoil, he tried to maintain a calm facade, though a hint of unease slipped through.

“You didn’t forget, did you?” the man asked, his voice calm but carrying an edge.

“Of course not,” Art replied, managing to keep his voice steady. “You’re just earlier than I expected.”

He turned to head back inside but froze mid-step as a horrifying realization struck him.

'Wait… I have nothing to wear!'

Before he could spiral further, the man spoke again, his tone dripping with exasperation. “Let me guess.” He crossed his arms and gave Art a flat stare. “You don’t have clothes.”