Not her type

Staring at the garment bag hanging on the rack, Ethan studied it for a while, and then he unzipped it, taking out the only suit that he had to his name and dusting it off.

Then he took the pants and blazer from the garment bag, deciding to go with his black dress shirt, and wore them.

Once he was done, he wore his shoes that were polished and then stepped in front of the mirror to wear his tie.

Suddenly, a knock on his room door broke him out of his thoughts, but before he could react, the door opened, and in came his father who was wearing a very expensive blue suit.

Halting in his steps, Mr. Rider immediately frowned, his eyes blazing with rage as he stared at Ethan's suit and asked, “What is that rag?!”

“What rag?” Ethan frowned back at him, wearing his tie.

“The shit on you.”

“You mean, my suit?”

Speechless in anger, Mr. Rider looked at him like he was insane and said, “Yes, your goddamn suit! Haven’t you worn that rag on many occasions?!”

“Yes, and it is still in good shape for