J.T. shows off his socks

J.T. sits in a chair, his dark hair framing a face that’s all sharp angles, the stubble gone smooth, as he pulls on a pair of polished dress shoes, laces tight, cuffs pressed against his calves. His fingers work the knots with deliberate precision, the fabric of his trousers riding just low enough to show the tops of his socks, clean and uncreased, before he adjusts the hem with a slow, deliberate tug. The chair creaks slightly under his weight, but he doesn’t move otherwise, letting the moment stretch as he holds the trouser leg in place, the hem resting just above the break of his ankle.