“How do I look?”
Feliciano could not pull himself away from the mirror in his hotel room. He straightened his tie and flattened out the last wrinkle in his dress shirt. Only an hour remained until the start of the meeting, and he was still getting dressed. The longer he stood there, the more “flaws” in his appearance he noticed. He had never spent so much time picking out one outfit, but for some reason he just didn’t feel satisfied. Daisy, on the other hand, had been ready for several minutes, makeup included. She sat on the edge of her bed on the opposite side of the room, putting her shoes on, while Feli had not yet made it to that point.
“Very professional,” she replied. “As you always do, I might add. So why all the sudden anxiety over your appearance? Don’t tell me it has anything to do with Monika.”
“Ve, what makes you think that?”
“Well, first of all you didn’t deny it just now. Second of all, I