Chrome's P.O.V:
My alarm clock blazed angrily, alerting me that, indeed, it is that time of morning to which I must awaken. I halfheartedly reached over and humbled around until finally hitting the button that would silence the maddening screams. I sat up and read the post-it note I had written the night before, stating, "08:30 - Meeting with the new intern at the coffeehouse." I grabbed the note and threw it into the small garbage can beside my bed. My feet came into contact with the cold yet clean and precise hardwood floor as I got up and walked over to the bathroom next door. I flipped on the white light switch where then a bright white light revealed the rest of the bathroom: clean, white, and not a single thing out of place. I ran a comb through my blonde hair. I then proceeded to return to my bedroom and slid open the closet doors which had hidden the rows of clothes sorted by color and formality. Being a semi formal meeting, I decided on a striped polo with my signature colors: red, blue, yellow, and green. I slipped on a pair of jeans, tucked in the polo under the waistband, secured my pants with a black leather belt, fitted on a pair of thick black socks, and finally put on my black leather shoes over top. I grabbed my messenger bag containing the documents essential to my meeting. I glanced at my watch which read 8:06, giving me plenty of time to walk to the shop. With beautiful weather like this, why wouldn't you?