Hugo stood in front of his dorm mirror, his reflection staring back at him like some wealthy playboy straight out of a magazine.
His white button-up shirt had the top two buttons undone, showing just a hint of his chest. It wasn't too much—just enough to say, 'Hey, I've got style.'
His beige chinos hugged his legs perfectly, making him look taller than he really was, and his loafers, freshly polished, could probably blind someone in the right sunlight.
To top it off, he had a pair of aviator sunglasses perched on his head and a watch on his wrist—a Rolex knockoff, but who could tell? It sparkled just like the real thing.
He struck a pose, resting a hand on his chin like he was deep in thought. Then he smirked. "Damn," he muttered to himself, "I look like a billionaire about to buy an airline just because I'm bored on a Tuesday."
