“How does it look?” Jimin asks from outside the dressing room.
You twist and turn in the dress you had decided to try on, checking how it looks in the mirror. It just didn’t look right you thought.
“I don’t know,” you replied, “it was cuter on the model.”
You let out a puff of air and began to unzip the dress.
“Wait no, let me see, open the door,” he says placing his hand on the door knob.
You zip the dress back up and opened the door for him. A big smile was plastered on his face as he studied you up and down. “Twirl for me,” he says grabbing your hand.
“It looks perfect though,” he says confused.
“I don’t know Jimin, it’s just…different from what I usually wear.”
Jimin doesn’t understand you, the dress looked perfect on you, everything about it. The color, the fit, the design, length, everything was perfect. Especially on you.
“I’ll get it for you.” Jimin says.