He strode out of his walk-in closet, fastening the edge of the cuffs of his crisp shirt. Taking a sip of the finest single malt that sat religiously on a teak wood table in his room, as it did every evening, he pondered over which pair of shoes to select from his handsome collection. He smirked to himself as he slowly opened one of the several shoe boxes he'd come to own, and looked down in awe. This is the pair, he thought, with a fair amount of certainty.