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He smirks “Dress comfortably”

I groan “Ugh, what does that even mean?”

He shrugs “Wear sweatpants and a top”

I roll my eyes “I can’t wear sweatpants”

He chuckles, his lips tilting up in a”

“Fine,” I grumble “I’ll wear sweatpants” I spit the word like it’s venomous—which to someone fashion obsessed like , I’ sweatpants at home, but in public? No thanks

I end up picking out a pair of yoga pants and a fitted black tank top I figure it’ll be co—at least that’s what Xander tells me I add a sweatshirt to carry-on just in case it’s cold on the flight

I addas well as a baseball cap

Xander starts packing while I gather the last of the iteraduation—a necklace, watch, and a pair of heels

“Do you have everything you need?” I ask hi to his pile of clothes

He narrows his eyes on the iteot my watch”

He runs across the room to a box labeled Dresser Iteift froo

I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of him than I was that day, as I watched the love of my life realize his dreams

He adds the watch to the pile of clothes and sits back down on the floor

“Hang on,” I say, this ti the one to jump up