“I’ll um... wash the hoodie and get it back to you tomorrow.” “Keep it,” he said, holding the front door open for me. I stepped outside and took a deep breath of hot, muggy air. “But it’s your favorite.” “That’s why I want you to keep it.” He came to stand next to me and dropped all three bags onto the sidewalk while we waited for his mom to arrive. “But why?” I asked, not understanding his logic. “Because, Lila... if a guy won’t give you his favorite hoodie, he’s not worth your time.”
