You and James are childhood best friends.

During basketball, James ripped his shirt.

He remembered that you always carry around a spare shirt for soccer.

So, he asked you for your spare shirt and you gave it to him. To his surprise, it was a tight, black tank top.

“You can’t be serious,” he mutters as he slips it over his head.

Girls are staring at him with wide eyes, unaware of his sexuality.

“Are you sure this is the only spare shirt you have?” He raises an eyebrow.