Brett's POV
"So," I hold my breathe in anticipation. "Do you like it?"
Reagan's jaw drops with shock. Her face contorts as though she knows she wants to make a certain facial expression, but doesn't know how and is trying random movements to see if she can get it right. The result is some mix between shock and horror. Like when her dad marched into Cognito announcing his takeover.
This worried me. When you give your friend a gift, you want them to looks happy. Or at least...not whatever Reagan was doing. She looks at the sweater, at me, then back at the sweater I made her. That's right, I made her a sweater. I actually made sweaters for all of my friends, but I wanted Reagan to have hers first.
"I'm speechless," Reagan says finally.
I breath a sigh of relief. I can continue with my plan. The scheme is this: for Reagan to have an actual holiday. Ever since I found out she never celebrated, Christmas, Hanukkah, or any festive winter occasion, I've had the idea to try and make it special for her. Also, my family doesn't get into the holiday spirit either, so I'll be grateful for some company too.
Matching sweaters are stage one of my plan. And yes- I am already emotionally attached to said plan.
"I have a matching one." I unzip my coat to reveal my matching holiday apparel.
She smiles stiffly. "They're so...colorful.
"Is that a good thing?" I ask hopefully.
Reagan takes a deep breath before answering. She looks at me, then back at the sweater. "Absolutely!" She squeaks. "So many patterns."
