Tiffany looked surprised. "Talk?" She repeated. She quickly looked around and then asked.
“You’re not going to make fun of me are you?”
Jon shook his head.
“No, nothing like that.” He said. “Listen, I wanted to…” Jon started but Tiffany interrupted him.
“Ask me out?” She asked with a glimmer of hope. The look that she was giving him reminded Jon of the way that he used to look when he fantasied about hooking up with Tiffany.
“Ugh, no.” He said backing away slightly. “Have you noticed anything strange going on?” He asked.
“Nope,” Tiffany replied. “Other than you coming to talk to me.” She added.
“Right,” Jon said trailing off. “So there’s nothing wrong with what I’m wearing then?” He asked gesturing to himself. “With what you’re wearing?” He added.
Jon watched as Tiffany looked him up and down, he noticed her eyes lingering a little too long at his chest but he ignored it. Tiffany then looked at herself.
“Nope.” She replied again, shrugging her shoulders. “Sorry.”
Jon sighed.
“What if I told you that the clothes that I’m wearing should belong to you?”
Tiffany looked at him for a moment grinning, and then she burst out laughing.
“I’m sorry!” She said trying to catch her breath. “But the idea that those clothes are mine, is just ridiculous!”
“I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing a top that pink, or those heels.” She said pointing at them. “The jeans I could work with though.” She added. “In fact, they’d probably go better with my outfit than this skirt.” She said gesturing to the black mini skirt that she was currently wearing.
“Want to swap?” She asked, laughing. Jon shook his head.
“God no!” He told her. “Please, don’t joke about this.” He said seriously. The next thing you’ll know, I could be wearing it. Or your makeup.” He said.
Annoyed that the conversation wasn’t going the way he wanted, Jon stormed off, well he tried to. He wasn’t used to walking in heels.
