99 Nervous

Remo paced back and forth in his lavish bedroom, his brow furrowed with indecision. He stared at the array of suits laid out on his bed, each one meticulously tailored and perfectly pressed. Despite his efforts, none seemed to satisfy him.

Tony, leaned against the doorway, observing Remo's agitation with a mixture of bemusement and amusement. He couldn't resist a teasing grin as he watched the usually composed Remo fumble with his clothing choices.

"Hey there, boss," Tony said with a chuckle. "Having a little trouble deciding what to wear, huh?"

Remo shot him a glare, his frustration evident. "It's not funny, Tony. This is important."

Tony raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "Ah, the great Remo, nervous for a date? Who would've thought? I always thought nothing could rattle you, not even a bullet whizzing past your head."

Remo shot him a glare, his frustration evident. "It's not funny, Tony. This is important."