Ready for the party
"Here," Sly dropped a shopping bag on the bed.
"What's it?" I peer at the bag as if it's a time bomb that might go off when I touch it.
"Check it out for yourself, and stop acting as if the bag will bite should you touch you."
"You can't tell if it will." I took the bag, and opened it, "a suit? What for?" I frown at him.
"Tomorrow is the end of the year party."
"And?" I squint.
"Aren't you coming with me?" He narrowed his eyes at me.
"Oh," My eyes widened in realization. "It's a formal meeting."
And that means I've got to wear a suit.
"Yes." Sly sat on the bed, "do you like it?"
"What if I say I don't?"
"I will take it back, and have them custom a new one for you. I won't force you to wear something you don't want to wear." He touched my hair, "do you like the suit?"
"Is it the same as yours?" I asked, instead of answering his questions.
"Yes. It's the same. Now, do you like it?"