Our next stop is the opticians down the street.
“I feel a bit odd, looking like this,” Scott tells me as we walk down the street.
“A good odd, I hope.”
“I don’t know. I think so. But I feel weird in these clothes. Do you think I look odd?”
“Nope.”
“Not even a little bit?”
I stop walking and look at him. “Scott, can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
“You looked odd before. You don’t look odd now.”
“Really?” He questions as he too stops walking. “You really think I looked that bad?”
I feel guilty and worry that I’ve hurt his feelings. The last thing I want to do is hurt him. “Not bad exactly.”
“But odd?”
“No. Well…. A little.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think it bothered you. Kind of like I know my cheap ugg boot knock-offs look weird but I wear them anyway.”
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