You and Grace are childhood best friends.

During basketball, Grace ripped her shirt.

She remembered that you always carry a spare shirt for volleyball.

So, she asked you for your spare shirt and you gave it to him. To her surprise, it was a bright pink, spaghetti string tank top.

“You can’t be serious,” she mutters as she slips it over his head.

The shirt contrasts her usual dark, baggy style.

“Are you sure this is the only spare shirt you have?” She tilts her head.