He glanced into the rear-view mirror to make sure his hair looked every bit as good as when he was leaving his flat. Each morning he devoted at least ten minutes to making it look fashionably nonchalant, but to keep up the illusion he had to check on it every now and then. Longish, blond, a bit rustled up, all-American celebrity hair, that’s what he was going for. There was a thin line between careless and sloppy he wasn’t willing to cross. Once he made sure the mess on his head was perfect, Jamie opened the door of his Chevy and got out of the car. Even for a short outing like this one, he tried to dress immaculate. Being an Abercrombie in-store model had its responsibilities after all! There was the advantage of getting free clothes now and then, but he felt it was his duty to do them justice and show off even after work. He secretly hoped it would get him noticed and land a photo shoot gig with the company. It was yet to happen, but he was willing to be patient. He swiftly made his way toward the massive pet store, trying to shift his focus away from himself to the reason he was here in the first place.
