Don tugged the hem of his black turtleneck into place, the fabric snug against his toned frame. He then reached for a pair of dull blue jeans hanging neatly over a chair, slipping them on with ease. The familiar weight of dark brown boots grounded him as he stomped down, fastening the laces tightly.
His watch snapped into place on his left wrist with a satisfying **click**, followed by his aviators sliding smoothly into his breast pocket. Finally, he scooped up his phone from the nightstand, giving it a brief glance before heading out.
The wooden stairs **creaked** faintly beneath his steps as he descended. As he was doing so, his phone vibrated just as he reached the third step from the bottom and a message flashed across the screen:
Gary: The directions have been uploaded, sir.
Without pausing, Don typed back with one hand:
