"You came in wearing neon pink and purple plaid," Mindy laughed. "Trust me. You'll love these. And he picked them out. Sometimes there better than what you'd chose for yourself, you know? Just try them. That's what dressing rooms are for." She wasn't leaving. She wasn't even turning away except to fold back up those tiny little shorts.

It was only after Peter got himself into the comfortably stretchy material that she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. The look In her eye, in the mirror, was almost conspiratorial.

"Do you fancy him? Because it looks to me like you do. And you looked amazing at his feet. Shh, don't say I said that. I'm not supposed to interfere," she grinned and pulled back.