[ She echoes after him, "just the once," and sits outside patiently waiting for him to reappear, all the while selecting a few more clothes she thinks that he might like and might look flattering on him. He was right, though; he's not exactly the average man, and he would look good in all these clothes.
She throws some hangers over his door. ]
How's the fit?
[ She was definitely taking mental measurements. ]
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She throws some hangers over his door. ]
How's the fit?
[ She was definitely taking mental measurements. ]