Callum sighed in frustration, slamming his laptop shut and running his hand through his hair. He loosened his tie a bit, standing and crossing over to the bar across from his desk. He poured himself a tumbler of scotch, taking a large gulp. It burned in a good way, warming his throat, and almost instantaneously, his nerves settled a bit. He moved over to his bathroom, slipping off his suit jacket and slipping off his tie. He took off his shirt, exposing his chest. He then leaned in, looking at himself in the mirror. His toned chest rose and fell, a bit more rapidly than usual. He looked down at his watch. 8:15. He had forty five minutes.
He swung open the cabinet below the sink, revealing a few essential emergency items. He pulled out the shaving cream and razor, setting them both on the counter. He lathered his face up, the blade swiping the white foam away from his face, taking the five o'clock shadow with it. He rinsed his face once he was finished, adding a little aftershave. He brushed his teeth and sprayed a bit of cologne, inhaling the scent to help calm his nerves more. He pulled a fresh shirt from the small cabinet across from the toilet and slipped it on, buttoning it up to the third button. He then slipped on his suit jacket, straightening it. He looked refreshed and rejuvenated, the ‘eleven-hour-behind-a-computer’ look gone from his face.
After taking one last tumbler of scotch, he headed out, locking up behind him. He walked down the street, heading towards a familiar after work spot. He and the boys started going for a drink after work a few weeks ago, and Callum liked the atmosphere. He settled at a table, one more secluded in the corner, away from the bustling crowd. He ordered himself a glass of beer, not wanting to get too carried away tonight. He wanted to be able to remember catching up with Sophia, and after his two glasses of scotch, beer was just what he wanted, and The Ginger Man had the best beer around. He sipped on the pint, his eyes occasionally scanning the bar for her familiar face.