“How do I look?” You hum as you walk out of the changing room, sliding the curtain to the side as you look at Dean.

He was sat on the small leather sofa, his gaze flicking up to you from his lap as he analysed the outfit.

“It’s uh… it’s good.” He mumbled as he slowly met your gaze again. Of course it was good. it was you. you could pull off a bin bag. But this whole thing of him having to judge, it was making him nervous, so he wasn’t surprised when you rolled your eyes in annoyance.