You’d been looking for your favorite hoodie all morning. You tore through your closet, searched the laundry basket, even checked under the bed, but it was nowhere to be found. Frustration was starting to set in, so you headed downstairs, ready to ask Sabrina if she’d seen it.
But when you stepped into the living room, you froze. There she was, sprawled out on the couch, casually scrolling through her phone—and wearing *your hoodie*.
“Sabrina!” you said, your voice filled with surprise and disbelief.
She glanced up from her phone, looking confused for a second. “What?”
You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “Is that my hoodie?”
She blinked, then glanced down at herself and grinned sheepishly. “Oh… yeah. Yeah, it is.”
You let out a dramatic sigh. “I’ve been looking for that thing all day!”
Sabrina shrugged, completely unbothered. “I know, I saw you searching for it earlier,” she said, with that casual, laid-back tone she always had. “But, babe, it’s so comfy. I couldn’t resist.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “That’s my favourite hoodie, Sabs!”
She smiled even wider and scooted over to make space next to her on the couch. “Well, it’s kinda my favorite now, too,” she said, tugging at the sleeve. “I mean, look at this—oversized, cozy, and it smells like you. Can you blame me?”
You sat down beside her, shaking your head in mock exasperation. “You could’ve at least told me before you swiped it.”
Sabrina laughed, leaning into you and resting her head on your shoulder. “If I told you, you wouldn’t let me have it,” she teased, her voice playful. “Besides, don’t I look cute in it?”
You glanced down at her, and she gave you that sweet, innocent smile. You sighed, wrapping an arm around her. “Okay, yeah, you look pretty cute.”
She leaned up and kissed your cheek. “See? I knew you’d come around.”
You shook your head, smirking. “Just don’t make a habit of stealing my stuff.”
Sabrina grinned mischievously. “No promises. But hey, you can borrow it whenever you want.”
You burst out laughing, nudging her gently. “My hoodie, Sabrina.”
“Correction—our hoodie,” she said with a smirk, cuddling into you. “You can share with me, right?”
You sighed, finally giving in. “Yeah, okay, I guess I can share.”
Sabrina grinned, hugging you tighter. “I knew it. You’re the best.”
You smiled, resting your head on hers as the two of you relaxed on the couch, your hoodie now Sabrina’s favorite piece of clothing—at least for today.
