Shawn
I think my brain is overloaded or something. I don’t recall Lila wearing a black shirt this morning. I swear it was something flannel and baggy.
When I walked into the cafeteria, I did a double take. She was wearing a black shirt. It wasn’t the color that caught my attention; it was how form-fitting it was.
As I approached the table, it was clear that the shirt fit her nicely. The only other time I had seen her in something that fitted like this was during the pep rally, when she wore the green shirt.
I must have been staring, because she looked up at me and asked, “Something wrong?”
I shook my head. “No, did you change your shirt? I don’t remember you having that this morning,” I said.
Lila blushed. “Does it look bad?” she asked.
I sat down next to her at the table. “Opposite
