𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 - Louis Partridge/ book 1, 2, & 3

57: A Fashion Disaster

After school, I go to a place I now call; "work". 

Ew. I feel like a 40-year-old for saying that. (sorry aunt Julie)

I smiled before the elevator doors as they opened. My happy and excited mood drops once I saw everyone running around. 

It didn't seem like I was perturbed by the noises around me. But I was.

Claire runs to me with dozens of dresses on a hanger.

"Sunny!" she waves her hand. "Good. You're here. There's a last-minute assignment."

"A casual type of outfit."

"Wait, what?" I gasp. "Like, right now?"

"Yes! right now." 

"I gotta go, my designer's freaking me out!" she says promptly.

I walk to my assigned room where I spot Will, scanning a rack of clothes. 

"You're here!" he yells. "There's a-"

"Fashion emergency. I know." I say, sliding each hanger to see what would fit for casual attire.

"Is this everything?"

"Yeah, that's all there is."

There were only four tops and not a proper pair of jeans. Only a lost pair from a suit.

I spot a red large-sized button-down sweater vest and a beige plaid flannel. 

An imaginary light bulb appears on top of my head. Will, who was sitting on a chair, waiting for my decision, looked up to me; wondering why I smiled out of the blue.

I pull him upward. "I have a perfect idea." 

"Are you sure?" he pops his head from the dresser; shirtless.

"YES!!" I yell. "Hurry up!" 

"Isn't this kind of a girly aesthetic?"

"Oh, please." I scoff. "Fuck toxic masculinity."

I let out a self-satisfied smile. 

I'm proud of myself, I honestly never knew I could be this good.

Will comes out, giving his sweater vest a slight pull at the bottom. 

He's wearing the lost pair of pants from a suit and the plaid flannel tucked in; the red vest on top.

"Now, for the shoes..." I tap my chin. "Ah!"

I put down a pair of shoes with toe loafers. It was casual and classy at the same time.

"Oh, you missed a button."

As I fix Will's button, he gazes down at my eyes.

"Thank you," he whispers slowly.

"No problem," I replied, reluctantly.

An unexpected interminable silence flows between us, still gazing into each other's eyes. 

I don't plan on keeping it a lot longer.

"You look dashing."

"It's all because of you." he chuckles.