“Besides, we need help selling our T-shirts.” He picked out one of the smallest ones that had been drying on the counter and held it up to me, playfully assessing the look. “Nik. All you need to do is wear this tonight, and we’ll sell out.” I glanced down at the shirt and then back up at Cole. “Yeah, I’m sure this is the look you were going for.” “You can make anything look good,” he said softly.”
