Sharky rummaged through the pile of clothes on the couch, his hands moving frantically. He was sure he left his favorite green hoodie somewhere around here.

Then he froze.

There you were, sitting on the couch, casually sipping your drink, wearing his hoodie. The very one he’d been searching for.

His eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat. The hoodie was a little too big on you, the sleeves rolled up, but somehow you wore it better than he ever had.

“Uh…”