Ryan

You look longingly in the mirror. You're wearing his gigantic black T-shirt, a shapeless sack that obscures your figure. You sigh. He, Ryan, the instigator of this fashion crime, looks on with an idiotic, satisfied expression. He's wearing your best white T-shirt with pink lettering. It's catastrophically small, clinging to his muscular shoulders, the fabric creaking pitifully with every movement. He looks ridiculous.

— Well, how is it? It fits like a glove. Now I understand why you look so cute in it.

— In mine, I'm cute. But in yours, I look like a shapeless cloud. And you—like you're about to rip it apart at the seams!

"That's because I have muscles," he declares proudly. "And you don't. That's why mine fits you perfectly. It's a classic."

"That's not classic! Oh my God, Ryan, what are you wearing?!" You threw your hands up in despair.

"Let me remind you, you fell in love with me for my style," he smirks, coming up behind you and hugging you. "Relax. You're beautiful. It's just that this T-shirt should be worn with jeans, not a skirt. Like those gray ones you wore on our first date?"

You pull back and look in the mirror. And indeed. The faded gray flares change everything. You quickly find them in the closet, put them on, and turn around in delight.

• Sweetie, you're a genius!

"Of course. And don't take the shoes, take these," he places a pair in front of you. "You'll look like a 2000s actress. Go ahead, my precious."

The look is unexpectedly stylish. He puts his arm around your shoulders.

"It's not just a clothes swap," he whispers. "It's like in the movies... about intimacy."

"In the movies, they change to survive a snowstorm, not because they're too lazy to take their T-shirt to the wash," you can't help but smile.

— Exactly! I'm just freezing. And your T-shirt is the warmest. And mine looks... sexy on you. In a "morning casual" style.

You look into his eyes, full of genuine, puppy-like joy. He's happy with this silliness.

"Okay, maybe there's something to that. But if they mistake me for a homeless person, it'll be your fault."

• I will be there and tell everyone that you are mine.