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“And casual cotton pants.”
“With Ray-Bans,” Penelope said as her gaze settled on the sunglasses display. “Think hot British dude that just rolled out of bed.”
“What?” I laughed.
We stopped by the sunglasses, and Penelope pursued the options, then pulled a pair off the rack and replaced my glasses with them. “And you can totally still wear your t-shirts with a casual blazer or a soft cotton jacket. Even with the right shorts and shoes and a pair of shades in the summer like these,” P said, sounding pleased. “These look great on you. Thoughts?”
I glanced in the little mirror. “Not bad.”
Penelope removed the sunglasses and held onto them “for safekeeping.”
“The men’s section is over there.” Scarlett pointed, and we headed in that direction. “Whatever you wear, think rolled sleevesallthe time. Lots of forearms.”
I glanced down at my arms, unsure, but Penelope nodded in agreement. “Girls love a good forearm.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” I said, more confused than ever about what girls found attractive.
Thirty minutes later, I entered a dressing room with more clothing than I’d ever seen in my entire life while Penelope and Scarlett waited outside.
The fluorescent lights buzzed ominously above me as I undressed, then stared at the massive pile of clothes, completely overwhelmed.
“We want to see everything you try on,” Penelope hollered through the dressing room door.
“What if it doesn’t fit?” I muttered under my breath.
“Everything!”
I lifted my head. The girl had supersonic hearing.
Grumbling, I grabbed the first thing from the top of the pile. We’d only just begun our shopping spree, and already, I was feeling cranky.
I brushed off my negativity and stepped into a pair of black shorts and a thin blue button down, then took a glance at myself in the mirror. I looked the same, only dressier. Not that I’d expected an overpriced pair of shorts and shirt to change much. But still, I couldn’t help but feel the smallest twinge of regret. With a shrug, I stepped out of the dressing room, prepared for their critique.
“Okay, it’s a start,” Penelope said. “But let’s . . .” She unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt, then rolled the sleeves to my elbows. “Better.”
She stepped back to view her handiwork when Scarlett chimed in. “If you wanted to go even more casual, you could unbutton the shirt the whole way, then you could see the t-shirt beneath.”
I glanced down at myself, eyeing the rolled sleeves. “Why not just wear short sleeves?”
“Trust us.” Scarlett patted my shoulder. “Girls love this look.”
“But one of the polos would totally work for this, too.” Penelope disappeared inside the dressing room and pulled out a coral-colored polo. “Here. Put this on. Unless you completely hate the color?”
I shook my head no, because surprisingly, I didn’t mind it.
She handed it to me, then tugged at the sleeves of the dress shirt, helping me to remove it. “The t-shirt might bunch at the sleeves, so you probably want to take it off too.”
Without thinking, I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head, ready to replace it with the polo when Scarlett gasped and Penelope gaped beside her.
“What?” I said, more than a little alarmed at their reaction to my bare chest. I glanced between them, the polo shirt gripped in one hand.
“Your arms.” Penelope pointed.
I glanced down. “What about them?”
“You’ve got . . . muscle.” Scarlett stepped forward and wrapped a hand around my bicep, which twitched at her touch.
It was probably the most action I’d ever gotten from a girl.
