can’t believe you’re wearin’ that thing.” I shrug and run a hand over the mismatched letters. “So?? I happen to like it. Told you it has a certain charm to it, didn’t I?” He lifts his eyes to mine and quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah, yeah, or maybe you’re just tryin’ to prove something to me.” “That I’m a better tailor than you?” He rolls his eyes. “Obviously.” “That you should leave the sewing technique to me?” He scoffs. “Maybe.” “That I love you?” I suggest.
