You let out a soft whine and lean back against the seat in the cramped dressing room. “How much longer of this complete torture?” You mutter under your breath. Earlier, Jenna insisted on dragging you out of the house and straight to the mall. While exploring the different stores, a bright idea hit her. Now, she’s got this adorably annoying idea about matching sweater vests, thinking it’s such a coupley thing to do.

Your girlfriend lets out a snort of amusement as she turns to you with a vest in her hand, a forest green one this time. “Babe, seriously? We’ve only tried on six vests so far, and none of them are speaking to me yet.” She carefully removes it from the hanger and motions for you to stand up, a glimmer of excitement in her eyes. “Come on, get up. I want you to try it on. I’ve got a good feeling about this one.”

With a slight huff, you rise from your seat and grab the vest from her, slipping it on over your head. Jenna grabs her own and slides it on as well. When she sees how cute you look, her lips curl into a smile, and she has to restrain herself from kissing you right then and there. “Wow, I really like these a lot more than I expected.” She murmurs while looking in the mirror, admiring both of your outfits. “What do you think, baby?”