"So, do you think it looks good?" He was practically fixated on this question.
Enna Clark realized in despair that if she didn't answer, he wouldn't intend to leave today. She could only admit truthfully, "It looks good."
It would be hard for anything not to look good on him.
Unless you messed up that face of his.
"Do you like it?"
He said such a loaded question naturally and smoothly, as if he was just asking if it was tasty.
Enna, "..."
Baron Lawrence squinted his hawk-like eyes, stepping closer to her, "You think it looks good, but don't like it?"
"..." Isn't this missing the point?
Baron had already grabbed her wrist, snatched the T-shirt from her hand, and was striding out, "I'll go change into another set!"
"Wait!" Enna quickly pulled him back.
This set was at least somewhat acceptable, the others were even more flamboyant, and she really didn't have the courage to wear them out.
She took a deep breath and thickened her face to say, "It looks good. I like it."
