Lenford : Dress Up Play

"Why don't you select something for me?" I asked, glancing over towards Len as he jolts in his stance and sheepishly met my gaze.

"M-me?" he points to himself, surprised by my suggestion as I nodded and walked over towards him.

"What were you thinking about so intently?" I held firmly onto his shoulder, squeezing it gently as he looked at me out of the corners of his eyes.

"I... don't know much about fashion..." Len says, hoping to dissuade me as I glanced at his outfit of choice.

"... Clearly. But, it's fine. I can pull off any look." I combed my hair back, smirking in his direction as Len lowers his gaze.

"O... okay, then... I'll select something." He brushes my hand off his shoulder, heading towards the displayed outfits as I whipped out my phone and checked the caller ID.

This is the 7th time my phone has rung since exiting his place. Who the hell is this persistent asshole!?