Monty plucked a carnation from the arrangement and attempted to
slide it into a nonexistent pocket on a nonexistent lapel on a nonexistent
jacket. He scraped the leafy stem against his bare chest a few times
before sighing. “Huh. This isn't working. Where's my buttonhole?"
I grabbed the flower and stuck it behind his ear. "You're not wearing a suit."
"Au contraire, Fair. What do you call this?" He gestured at his swim trunks.
He had a point.
