“What do you think about my pajamas? I didn’t peg you for a baby panda lover.” My idiotic question is what finally gets his attention. He lowers his gaze to scan down my body, then lifts his eyes back up. “They’re awful.” “You bought them.” I smirk. “Store attendant picked them out. She has bad taste.” “I think they’re nice.” “Believe me, they’re not.”
