Rory
I hadn't accounted for how much harder it would be to disappear in a blazer than it had ever been in hockey pads, and I discovered exactly how much harder standing in front of my closet the night before the internship started, staring at a row of business casual that suddenly felt like a much thinner disguise than an entire suit of protective gear ever had.
Hockey gear hid everything by design — bulk stacked on bulk, padding meant to absorb impact doubling, conveniently, as camouflage for a body it was never built to conceal in the first place. Office clothes offered no such mercy. A button-down showed shoulders. Slacks showed a waistline. There was no helmet to hide behind, no visor, no locker room excuse to change alone that would hold up in a building full of adults who noticed t
