Shirts

Sarah glanced at you curiously. "What about shirts?"

"I think I’m an M," you guessed, trying to move things along.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? I’m an XL, and I think you're at least a Large."

Ignoring your uncertainty, Sarah asked the sales assistant for two shirt sizes: Medium and Large. The assistant returned promptly with two crisp white shirts.

You took them back into the changing room to try them on. The Medium had a better fit overall, hugging your shoulders and torso just right.

"I told you M was better," you said with a grin, playfully sticking your tongue out at Sarah.

The sales assistant hovered nearby, watching the exchange. "Would you like to try a Small? It might give you a tighter fit."

You shook your head quickly. "No, this is good enough."

"How many shirts do you need? And what colors? Pink would look great on your fair skin," the sales assistant added with a smirk.

Sarah almost burst out laughing but composed herself. "Let’s get three—white, pink, and blue."

The assistant nodded and quickly retrieved the items. She returned with a basket containing three pairs of trousers and three shirts.

"Here you go, sir. Would you like some underwear as well? We have a seamless collection and a low-rise collection that you might like."

Your face burned bright red. "No thanks, we’re good," you stammered, eager to end the conversation.