~Gianna's POV
"What do you mean?" I asked again, though I already had an idea.
He stepped a little closer, lowering his voice like he did not want the staff around us to think he was complaining.
"You do not really give options," he said. "You just decide what you want and somehow it ends up sounding like it is for my own good."
I frowned slightly at that.
"That is not true," I said.
He raised his brows, clearly not convinced.
"It is a little true," he replied.
I opened my mouth to argue again, then paused, looking at him properly this time.
He was still holding the shirt I gave him, not rejecting it, just waiting like he already knew he would end up trying it anyway.
That made me stop for a second.
"I just think it suits you," I said more calmly this time.
His expression softened a bit at that.
"See," he said. "That is exactly what I mean. You already decided it suits me before I even tried it."
