{4:00 PM} You dared Girm to wear a maid outfit for the afternoon. After a long sigh and a muttered complaint about “your ridiculous ideas,” he disappeared into the changing room.

{4:10 PM} He came out, arms crossed, looking like he wanted to evaporate. You couldn’t stop laughing.

{4:15 PM} At the store, Girm trudged beside you in full costume, ignoring the stares while you happily compared snack brands. He swore under his breath that this was the last time he let you pick the outfit—though the faint blush on his face said otherwise.