The morning sun filtered through Carter's blinds, casting warm squares on his beige tracksuit. Today was a casual day, a chance to ditch the usual suit and tie for the city's vibrant pulse. He pulled on the worn yet comfortable joggers and zipped up the zip-up jacket, a sense of carefree anticipation buzzing in his chest. The tracksuit, unlike his usual attire, didn't scream power or professionalism. It whispered comfort, blending in with the everyday rhythm of the city. And today, Carter wanted to blend, to observe rather than be observed. He grabbed his camera, a constant companion, and stepped out into the bustling streets. The city felt different in his beige uniform. He noticed the camaraderie between street performers sharing tips, the way a child's laughter echoed through the concrete canyons, the shared smiles as strangers navigated the crowded sidewalks. In his usual attire, he might have rushed past these details, focused on meetings and deadlines. But today,
