It was really awkward, this whole having a suit tailored thing.  And not just the part about standing in a store barely clothed and wondering if you were supposed to be dressing or not.  Surely that was a big part of it, at least at this exact moment, although it’s not like Diego hadn’t tried on clothes before, just never with another guy in the room, and he always knew when he was done.  Furthermore, it had always been his decision on the final product.  Although he could not hear what they were saying out there, Diego could hear Doug and Kat talking, and he imagined it had to do with which suit to get.  It might be a little embarrassing, but he had signed up for it, so he would see it through.<br/><br/>As if his thoughts had summoned her, Kat breezed through the curtain a moment later, closing it behind her and answering the question if the salesman was not far behind.  Taking a half step back, he didn’t have any further to go, Diego silently agreed that it was indeed cramped in here, while also noting that he was apparently supposed to be getting dressed.  Kat didn’t seem to mind though, and Diego did not want to sudden come off as afraid to be around a girl just because he was barely dressed.<br/><br/>“You were thinking that?” He chuckled, a little upset that his voice sounded a little nervous, even to his own ears.  “What would you say the difference between the two is then?” He replied as she debated making him hot versus cute.  It seemed their interactions, at least for now, were going to be question based until they knew each other better.  At her next statement though, Diego found himself at a crossroads.  Should he do as she asked, or should he make a quick grab for his pants and yank them on.  There was something to be said for either.  One way would be showing Kat he wasn’t just going to do what she said, but it also meant not rising to her challenges.  And that seemed worse.<br/><br/>Surely that was the only reason he did what he did.<br/><br/>Reaching down, Diego grasped the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head and leaving him standing there in just his boxer briefs.  Luckily all those months of swimming had given him a body he was pretty proud of, instead of piling on the freshman fifteen.<br/><br/>“You mean like<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fmedia.discordapp.net%2Fattachments%2F434033016172707842%2F746722158646132746%2F13fb5664fd22bb3e79d97bff79299cf2.png%3Fwidth%3D562%26height%3D843&amp;hash=b670c837d04142c5c075b0626dcdf7c6" href="https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/434033016172707842/746722158646132746/13fb5664fd22bb3e79d97bff79299cf2.png?width=562&amp;height=843" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">this</a>?”