Don stood in front of the tall, wooden closet mirror in his room, adjusting the hem of his plain dark t-shirt.
It fit snugly, the soft cotton stretching just enough across his chest and shoulders. Paired with brown chino pants and black loafers, his look struck a balance between smart and laid-back.
He then grabbed his aviators and clipped them casually to the neckline of his shirt, then slid his watch over his wrist.
These were more tools than accessories—Gary Assist always came in handy.
Once done, Don straightened up, planting one hand in his pocket while the other dangled at his side. He turned slightly, examining himself in the mirror. The outfit worked, simple and understated.
He wasn't one to overthink clothes; his nod of approval came after only a moment.