I walk through the line of shops and—yeah.
Everything here would look good on him.
Like, unfairly good.
Oversized coats? Hot.
Slim-fit shirts? Hot.
Casual streetwear? Also hot.
This place is dangerous.
I pinch the bridge of my nose.
Why is fashion designed to make my boyfriend even more attractive? Is this a personal attack?
I stop in front of a display and imagine Jiang wearing it.
Tall frame. Broad shoulders. Long legs.
…Nope. Abort thought. My heart can't take this today.
I head inside a store anyway.
"Looking for something specific?" the staff asks.
"Uh… pants," I say, then add quickly, "for a very tall man."
She smiles. The knowing smile.
I start browsing, fingers sliding over fabric, pulling out one pair after another.
I hold them up.
Too short.
Too short.
Why is this one confident but still too short?
I squint at the size tag, then glance down at my own legs like they'll help me calculate his inseam.
My man is really tall.
Unreasonably tall.
