Normally, I have no idea what to wear to these things. Karen wanted me to wear a t-shirt from the movie, but that just seemed tacky to me. When I had packed my bag, however, I found the perfect shirt and knew I just had to wear it.
“Bad wolf?” Jarek c***s an eyebrow and grins at me as I slip on a light blazer, making sure the writing on my shirt is clearly visible.
I grin at him. “It seemed fitting.”
“Where did you even find that? Did you make it?”
I blink at him in disbelief. “Please tell me you’ve watched Dr. Who.”
“Dr. Who? Is that like a medical drama?” he frowns slightly.
“Oh my god! Jarek, you’ve got to be kidding me! You’ve never seen Dr. Who?” I screech.
“Umm… I take it that’s a bad thing?” he rubs the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.
“Not necessarily,” the only g
