You weren’t sure what was going on here, but you knew that something strange had happened to you the moment you put on the cowl and you didn’t want to see Kim suffer to whatever was going on.
“Wait,” you said sharply. “You can’t try it on. It’s, uh, my cousin’s.”
“Your cousin’s?”
“Yeah and, ah, she’s real particular with her clothes. She doesn’t like other people wearing them or touching them.”
“And that is why you had it thrown on the ground?”
“...Right.”
“You’re really strange sometimes, Simon.”
Your face was most certainly all flushed with embarrassment as she handed the jacket back over to you.
“Well, you can tell your cousin that she has good taste. I don’t think it’s in my size, anyway. Maybe Patricia or something. Whatever. I just came home to get changed for my shift at the bar tonight. Then we’re having a girl’s night out. You should tell her to come hang with us, would love to meet her.”
You were still juggling with the idea of a fictional cousin before Kim disappeared into her room. It kind of bothered you that even though you were friends, she didn’t invite you along. You couldn’t even imagine what a girl’s night out would be like. And it wasn’t like you had anything planned yourself that evening besides get to the bottom of whatever was with this freaky cowl.
Before long, Kim said her goodbyes, dressed in her black uniform for bar work and you were left all alone, still holding the weird piece of clothing you got from the thrift store.
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