She pulled a lavender shirt free and straightened, holding it out to me. “Here.” The tee was large enough to fit me, but the front had a bright pink cupcake with Cupcake Cutie written below it in a squiggly script. Her lips twitched as she held it out. “Problem?” I met her stare head-on. I knew a challenge when I heard it. Grabbing the neck of my T-shirt at the back, I pulled it up and over my head, then tossed it into the trash can behind the counter. “Real men wear purple.”
