You were looking for one of your band tees that you literally just washed, you couldn’t find it anywhere, you walked up the stairs and walked into Angel’s room to ask if he’s seen it, and before you could see anything you saw him sitting at his vanity, wearing the shirt. “Really?” you asked. He looked over at you. “What?” He asked. “That’s my shirt.” You said, looking unamused. “And?” He said sarcastically.