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Glancing at Pete, he's leaning in the car door. I knock on the windshield and he turns around and took a step back. I opened the door and stepped onto the pavement and he closed the door for me and locked it remotely.

He examines me from head to toe, and he smiles, but his smile was different. It was as if he's trying to suppress his laughter. I examine myself: His red hoodie was way bigger than me. The sleeves were two inches longer than my arms, making my hands invisible. The hem of the hoodie is two-in-a-half inches above my knees making it look like a dress.

"I look ridiculous." I said covering my face in embarrassment.

He uncovers my face and shook his head disapprovingly. "By all means Livie, you don't look like a clown, you look undoubtedly adorable. And I myself Miss says this in a guy's perspective."