That afternoon, while I was sitting in my room, my girlfriend’s younger sister suddenly walked in. She was already wearing a new outfit: a white crop top and a short pastel pleated skirt—youthful and a bit bold. She stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her hair slightly, then turned to me and asked, “Do you think this is okay to wear on a date with my new boyfriend?”

I was a bit surprised and raised an eyebrow. “Why are you asking me that?” I replied.

She gave a soft laugh and said, “Well, you're a guy—I want an honest opinion.”

I chuckled too and looked at her more carefully, as if actually thinking it over. My gaze lingered a bit longer than expected, and she started to get flustered, gently tugging at the hem of her skirt and turning slightly away, her cheeks flushing red.

The room suddenly fell into a strange silence—a moment both innocent and a little awkward, as if neither of us was entirely sure what had just passed between us.