“Take your coat off so I can see who you’re wearing, please.” “So bossy.” I shrug off my jacket and drape it over her arm, turning around so she can see the name stitched on the back. “What do you think?” “Oh, shit.” She laughs, and her camera clicks two dozen times. “You’re going to break the internet.” “What?” I face her and frown. “Fuck. Did I do something wrong?” “No, sweetie. You did something very, very right. It’s always the girl wearing the guy’s jersey, not the other way around. This is so cool.”
