A Perfect Match

After our tae kwon do class today, I showered and then dressed while Greg took a shower. Greg and I were planning to go shopping, so I grabbed a book and headed downstairs while I waited for him to get ready. A few minutes later, I heard Greg walking down the stairs.

“Oh no,” he said.

“What?” I asked, looking up.

Greg held his arms out at his sides, indicating that I should inspect his clothing. A brown T-shirt and khaki shorts. I looked down at my own clothes. A brown T-shirt and khaki capri pants. I thought it was cute, but Greg raced back upstairs to change.