sebastian turned to rachel when she reappeared, raising a judgmental eyebrow at the lavender sweater she was holding up for him. “do i look like a pastels kind of guy to you?” sure, it was cashmere, but he wasn’t about to start walking around looking like he was heading off to a goddamn easter egg hunt. he’d only agreed to go shopping with rachel when he’d assumed it had meant they’d be hooking up in the dressing room, but two hours in and he hadn’t even so much as gotten felt up. it was ridiculous. still... if trying on the damn thing would keep rachel from crying, and in her good graces enough to be able to convince her to come back to his place after, he supposed he could give in just this once. maybe it’d give him some good karma points or something, since he had to be running pretty low on those. but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to be dramatic about it. “god, fine.” he snatched the sweater from her with a huff, tossing it over his arm as he stomped over to the changing room, and calling back to her over his shoulder. “don’t say i never did anything for you!” @grceniisms
