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Jeremy hates clothes shopping.
Objectively, it’s one of the worst things in the world, next to public speaking. And guess who has a presentation next week?
Not only is it worth a quarter of his final grade, not only does the teacher not like him, but the presentation also comes with a “professional attire” requirement. And when Brooke saw him lay out a wrinkly, ill-fitting button-down shirt, needless to say, she flipped her lid.
Jeremy is so grateful to her for this. He really is. But after having to drive a half an hour to the nearest mall, getting caught in traffic, and then being herded into a stuffy mall, he’s feeling very, very cranky.
“Jeremy, you need a nap,” his Squip informs him, which Jeremy responds to by telling him to shut up.
He can muscle through a few hours of being at the mall if it means getting a good grade on his presentation. If it means making Brooke happy.
Brooke holds a shirt up against his shoulders.
“Aww, you look so handsome!” Brooke coos, brushing his bangs from his forehead.
He preens under the attention.
Yeah, he can do this.