"There, just roll up the sleeves -- yes, just roll -- fine, I'll roll them -- oh
look at you!" Lalita stood back and admired her
work. She'd forced Wes into one of his white button ups from school, and had managed to dig out an old pale yellow sweater, a Spencer gift from Christmas past, from the back of his closet. After scolding him for never wearing such an ace sweater, and ignoring his protests that pale yellow was going to impress a girl even
less than a black sweater from two seasons ago, she and Tilo had managed to pull the sweater over him. Now he was standing in front of them feeling very much like a mannequin, a grim expression on his face.
"I look like a royal poof."
"Well, yeah," Tilo said, nodding. "You can't expect her work miracles, can you?"
Wes made the motion as if he was going to backhand her and was about to say something snide when a knock came at the door. "Oh, shit," he fretted.
"I'll get it!" Tilo exclaimed.
"Oh, no you won't!" Wes said, pushing past Lalita and reaching out for Tilo's wrist but she was much too quick for him. Already bounding down the stairs, Wes had to take them two at a time and still couldn't catch up to her.
Tilo threw the door open, and squinted for a moment at the bright snow. Her eyes quickly adjusted though, and she grinned at Tallie. "Thank God you're here," she said. "Akash has been a right pain in the arse, making us help him choose between colognes--"
Wes caught up to Tilo at last and bumped her out of the door frame with his side, and he laughed nervously. "Whatever she just said, it was a lie," he said hastily, and stepped aside to let Tallie in, swatting at Tilo behind him who had just reached up to flick the back of his ear.
