Look fucking hot

Walter stood nervously in the hotel room, looking out the window while his son Peter paced impatiently beside him. The city below was bathed in a sea of lights, and the excitement of the upcoming inventor's fair was palpable in the air. The 51-year-old inventor, with a sparkling gaze and deep laugh lines around his eyes, had spent his entire life perfecting his groundbreaking invention.

"Are you sure this will work, Dad?" Peter asked, his voice a mix of skepticism and hope. Walter nodded resolutely and pulled out a device that looked like an iPhone from his pocket.

"I've been working on this for years, Peter. With this invention, I will become rich and famous."

Walter smiled confidently at his son and continued: "But to successfully present this invention, I must ensure that I grab the audience's attention. And for that, I need to...", he paused dramatically, "...look fucking hot and present myself even more fuckingly hot."

Peter raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Look fucking hot? What do you mean by that?"