He grinned widely as his buddies thumped his back in greeting.
He was the life of the party, he knew that.
He'd never go back to the way it was in high school. He wasn't that shy, wimpy boy anymore.
College had changed him.
He was a man. The day old stubble proved that much. He was a "late bloomer" but puberty had worked wonders for him.
He was tall, his hair was brushed, but haphazardly, making it look messy. His suit fit his frame well. He looked confident, he felt confident. He looked professional too, but that came with the job. Most entrepreneurs had to look this way, especially if the field was nightlife. His green eyes were fixed on the clock, though he tried to be discreet about it. He ran a hand through his bronze locks; a nervous habit.
He couldn't be late.
Not this time.
It wasn't worth it.
The bartender offered him a beer with a wink. The corners of his lips lifted up into a polite smile, as he took the offered drink, nodding in thanks. The club was his scene, women flocked to him, men wanted to be him.
He checked the clock regularly as idle chatter rose around him. He paid attention to his group of friends as much as he could and contributed to the conversation as well.
When all their attention was diverted to random groups of strangers dancing, he stealthily slipped away from the group, nearly knocking over a couple in his haste to get to the back of the club.
He needed to reach his office. It was his sanctuary, his home away from home. "Hey Boss." The janitor called out jovially with a knowing grin, when he made it to the hallway.
He hushed him halfheartedly, with a smile of his own and then entered his office swiftly, closing the door with a soft click.
Once the sound of the click filled the room, he exhaled, closing his eyes. "Daddy!" a whisper yell crept through the hazy fog his mind was caught in, shattering the silence.
A smile graced his face as his eyes opened.
Similar wide green eyes looked back at him through the monitor on his desk, filled with excitement. A soft chuckle broke his musings. He glanced left on the screen, at the overstuffed chair, finding Bella, his pregnant wife grinning back at him.
"You're just in time." She murmured as his daughter disappeared off-screen.
He sat down in his desk chair, wishing he was three miles away from here so that he could see the sight in person.
"I made it in time?" he asked, glancing at the clock.
His daughter nodded, climbing into her mother's lap, thrusting her favourite bed time story into her hands.
His wife opened the book up and held it to the screen.
He began to read; glad he made it in time.