Not Me

Mike checked himself once again in the mirror. He looked completely out of place, as usual. 

“Nothing new,” 

he muttered as he picked up the tie and tried to make something out of it. When he didn’t succeed, he dropped the silky cloth on the bed and decided to go without it. 

His black suit was fancy enough as it was, and besides, he was a bodyguard, no one would notice what he was wearing either way, as long as it was in dark colors. 

His room was spacious enough, even though it was the second bedroom of the suite. 

For one thing it was waaaay bigger than the one he had back in London, or the US. 

There was one common thing between all the room