had picked up a change of clothes for tomorrow, prompting a quirked eyebrow from Jessie as she stood behind me in the cash-register line. “Checkered flannel shirt, huh?” she said. “Flannel’s warm. What about it?” “Nothing,” she said, all mock innocence as she looked up to the store ceiling. “Nothing at all. Hey, don’t you want to buy some Doc Martens with that?” I showed her the pair of boots I’d picked out. “I am. Why?” “Okay,” Jessie said, “now you’re just messing with me.” “What?” “Swear to God, you dress like my last girlfriend.” She held up one finger. “Not a compliment.”
Our heroine might not be a lesbian /yet/ but she sure pings Jesse's gaydar
Our heroine might not be a lesbian /yet/ but she sure pings Jesse's gaydar