Pushing open the door, you froze. Right there, in the middle of your room, stood Spy—calmly slipping into your white dress with yellow stripes. The matching vest rested neatly over his shoulders as he adjusted the fabric with his usual precision, turning slightly to check the fit in the mirror.

“Uh... what are you doing?” you asked, half in disbelief, half amused.

Spy didn’t even flinch. He glanced at you through the reflection, smoothing the hem with care. “Experimenting.”

“Experimenting?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow.

He gave a subtle shrug, still inspecting himself. “Why not? It caught my eye.”

You leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, fighting the urge to laugh. “You look... ridiculous.”

Spy tilted his head, giving you that smug little grin. “Ridiculous? No, no. I think I wear it better than you.”

You scoffed, but the grin tugging at your lips betrayed you. “Careful. I might make you wear it out in public.”

Spy chuckled, smoothing out the vest again. “You’d have to catch me first.”