Alicia's fit made of Kattar's 'stolen' sweater from "Pacifier"
“Oh, for heaven's sake! You’re impossible,” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my tartan heart.
“I’m impossible?” He laughs, “I’m not the one walking around like an advertisement for “What Not to Wear.”
I jut my lip out at him, trying with everything in me not to laugh. “Bien, Hermoso. If you’re so completely terrified of plaid, let me borrow something of yours.”
At that, his smile evaporates into sullen stone-faced suspicion.
“Aish, so this was all just an elaborate ploy to steal more of my sweaters?”
Leaning his cheek on his left hand, elbow on the sofa arm, he sighs, shading his eyes as if the ugliness is giving him a headache.
“Fine, fine. Anything to get you out of that monstrosity. You can borrow anything you like.”
“Anything?”
“Anything within reason,” he says dryly. “I have a few garments I prefer to keep personal.”
“You’re always adding extra rules,” I pout as the idea creeps up on me slowly.
Just one flush…
“How about that sweater you’re wearing right now?” I tease.
“More power to you.” No reaction, “I have five of them. They’re on the left side of my closet.”
Boo.
