The morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his dormitory room, casting long shadows across the sea of fabric hanging before him.
Neville stood before his closet, surveying his overflowing wardrobe options.
Not that it matters, he told himself firmly. This isn't a formal event. Casual wear is appropriate.
His internal reasoning sounded convincing enough, but his hands betrayed him.
It lingered over a soft blue oversized sweater that Gloria had picked out for him during their shopping trip. The fabric was luxuriously soft. He was sure that it was made with the kind of expensive material that he dared not think about how ridiculously expensive it really was.
But since they were going to an aquarium, it seemed fitting to wear blue.
[Host, you've been standing there for seventeen minutes and thirty-two seconds. Can't you just find something? (・・ ) ?]
