“you have to buy it, you look amazing.” steve tells you enthusiastically. he’s sitting outside the changing room, in the chair the store worker told him was for ‘boyfriends’ earlier. he didn’t bother correcting her. “twirl.” he says, spinning his finger around. you do as he says. “yeah, you’ve gotta get it.” he says matter of factly. you check the price tag and pout. “what’s wrong?” he asks