For Christmas, my friend Chris got me a Captain America tank top. Our friendship kind of started with our Captain America fan-ing.I like him [Captain A] because he’s old fashioned (and blond). And Chris likes him because Chris has a gentleman complex and wants to be like him. (I might get pinched for saying that, later. But, Chris, what would Captain America do? X-P)
Anyway, we finally picked a day to hang out and decided we should wear our Captain America swag. (In case you don’t remember from Halloween, Chris also has a Captain America jacket.) I picked an outdoor shopping center, and after chatting it up at Starbucks – and popping into a random Korean Cuisine place because I needed to use the bathroom – we walked to Target first.
My beloved leather jacket is finally falling apart. All my TLC and clear nail polish hasn’t been able to keep the cracks and peelings from happening. So I was distracted and drug Chris into the women’s section to try on a leather jacket that was the same color as mine. I was looking at us in the mirror when I realized we hadn’t taken a picture together. And that’s where it all started.