Jon emerged, stepping out and giving a little twirl to give Zoe the full view of his outfit. Zoe rolled her eyes, but couldn't find anything out of place with Jon's outfit. "Alright, let's go, we're late enough as it is."
Jon smiled triumphantly, following the younger girl down the stairs. By now Jon had aged several more years, now looking to be around 24. By the time he reached the entryway, Jon realized that while he was decent to go out in public, there was something else he had forgotten.
"Shoes. I'm not wearing any shoes." Jon stated, turning back up the stairs.
"Seriously? I swear, you can be such a ditz sometimes," Zoe said.
"That's no way to speak to me, young lady, now wait in the car with your sisters, I'll be out in a moment," Jon instructed. He passed his room without a second thought, heading into the master bedroom and looking around. His old shoes were sitting right there, but they certainly didn't match his current outfit. No, they wouldn't do at all.
Jon walked over to the closet and went to open the closet door, but was distracted by the sight of his hands. "When did I get a french manicure?" he asked himself, looking at the perfectly done nail on each finger. He tried to remember for a moment, but quickly shrugged it off. "Oh well, all that matters is that they look great. Now I better hurry. The girls are waiting."
