Lionel cleared his throat. I finally allowed myself to look back up at him. His face was unreadable, the same stoic face that I was used to.
His brown eyes were dark and heavy, and I couldn't look away from him, no matter how much I wanted to. I wanted to run away in embarrassment.
I opened my mouth to try to explain, but Lionel beat me to it and spoke before I could find the words.
"I didn't really expect you to have clothes like that." He said, clearing his throat again. His voice was as calm and clear as it always was, like he wasn't affected at all by this awkward moment.
I felt my face flush bright red. I didn't know how I was supposed to explain myself. I could say that my sister gave it to me, but if I did, would he ask why?
I really couldn't think of a way to explain it all wi
