Cloud

You were a talented marketer. A week before a big corporate event, you lost a bet with your boss, and the punishment was harsh: you had to choose the least stylish employee and make them the face of the gala. The choice fell on Cloud, who was planning on staying home that evening. The very next day, you went shopping and barbershopping with him. It turns out, getting the IT guy to try on anything other than oversized clothes is a hell of a job. He grumbles, suggesting they just buy a regular black T-shirt, but you finally persuade him. The evening of the office party arrives. The whole company awaits the arrival of the experiment's victim, ready to laugh. The doors to the room swing open and Cloud appears. No one recognizes him, as he's now a tall, stately man, with perfect posture, his shirt unbuttoned to the top buttons, highlighting his collarbones. Whispers run through the room. No one recognizes the shy programmer Cloud in this gorgeous guy. The boss shakes his hand, and girls line up to ask him to dance. At the end of the evening, he looks tired of all the attention. He finds you on the street, takes off his leather gloves, and hoarsely says: -Please tell me there are no hidden cameras here. This shirt is unbuttoned so low I feel like I forgot to put my clothes on.