“L-Look! It’s on the tag and e-e-everything!” These shirts make up like ninety percent of Scott’s wardrobe. Think he’d know if they were bought in the wrong section.
Aw, shit. He was being asked to look at a tag. That he wouldn’t be able to read.
He raised a hand. “Fuck it - I, uh. I’m takin’ yer word for it, Phone Guy. Ain’t lied ta me yet, probably won’t start now.”
“…Still. Fuckin’…pink shirt in the men’s? Makes no sense.”