Plaid Shirt.
Seventeen-year old Samantha Puckett slipped slowly out of the door, taking great care in making sure to close it gently. She strode to the stairwell and started her descent down the sixteen flights.
Twelve stairs down, she felt the familiar tug behind her heart, willing her to turn around and run back into waiting arms. Sam ignored it, slamming her feet down on the concrete in anger.
Twelve stairs from the bottom and Sam just about wanted to throw herself down them. She didn't, deciding that she'd probably land on Carly, who had just appeared at the bottom of the stairwell, an item of clothing wrung between her hands.
"You're supposed to be in bed," Sam said, amusement and glee in her voice. She shivered as she all but ran down the final stairs. Seattle had a habit of getting cold at night.
"And you are supposed to be going home as fast as possible."
Carly's hands were on her hips, but her face betrayed her words and stance. She grinned at Sam, thrusting her arm out.
"You forgot this," she said as her smile disappeared. Carly seemed to realise what she was doing, instantly regretting chasing after Sam. She hugged the materiel to her chest. It was Sam's turn to smile.
"Keep it."
"It's cold," Carly protested half-heartedly while clutching it even closer to her body.
Sam rolled her eyes. She strode to Carly, grabbing her shirt and placing it around her girlfriends shoulders.
"It looks better on you."