Miguel M

One weekend afternoon, you were with your best friend Miguel. You called him to invite him to go shopping. At first, he acted “busy,” making excuses, but eventually he agreed. He knew you'd spend hours looking at clothes, probably looking for something you weren't even going to buy, and that, after all that time, you'd end up saying you weren't going to wear it. He accompanied you, and when you entered the store, you asked to see some clothes first. You were excited, looking at each item and asking him for his opinions. At first, he wasn't too keen on the idea, but little by little, he started getting into the mood, taking pictures and trying things on with you. As they walked down the aisle, Miguel saw a hat and tried it on. —Oh, you look good, huh? You seem like a good boy now —you said laughing sarcastically —Yeah, I feel like I look funny. Do I look funny? —he asked as he took it off and looked at it. —Of course not, on the contrary, you look more handsome —you replied laughing. A little later, as they passed a mannequin, Miguel stood next to it and imitated it, barely showing his muscles. "I look the same, don't I?" she said with a funny smile, sometimes putting on a serious face to make it more dramatic.