The next morning, Jason was busy eating breakfast, having put on a good suit that he had bought the day before. It was not that good, but it was the best he had. He couldn't help but touch it again and again, fixing himself up as he gazed at himself in the mirror.
He was way too handsome. No wonder everyone couldn't help but melt in his presence. As Jason was giving himself his daily dose of delusion, that was when he felt a buzz go off in his pocket. It was his phone.
Jason pulled it out, expecting another reminder of responsibilities or debts. Instead, the name on the screen brought an uncharacteristic smile to his face: Isabella. So she was texting him, huh... She must be interested in seeing him again, maybe even getting another massage from him.
[Hey! Can you come by today? Got something to show you]
Something to show me? Of course, you do. Do you want you to show me that ass!!
