Wes frowned, "They don't."
"The waiter is glaring at me. I feel like I'm underdressed somehow."
"I think you look great."
Again, should Zoey comment? She allowed him to look, and now he was complimenting her appearance. It didn't feel gross, though. If she didn't say anything, it might become normal...
"Really? Thanks." She plucked at her top self consciously. "I wasn't intending to wear this out on a...an outing." Not a date.
Wes shrugged, "You still look good, sis."
"Good enough to make you catcall me?"
He went back to the skeezy voice, "Oh for fuggin' sure. Girls dressed like that, they're asking for a deposit, if ya know what I mean."
Now she was looking her brother in the eye, reading his mind again, and they were both thinking the same thing. Thinking about Zoey getting a 'de
