Sometime before 41.
"Do you own any other clothes, Eryn?"
I looked down at my attire, which had been the same since I had met Hanna. "No. Do I smell?"
"Well, not like B.O. or anything. More like dust or dirt. But it's not bad. Kinda like you just, I dunno, played football in the dirt or something. But that's not the point."
I waited for him to continue, but when he didn't, I asked, "What is the point?"
"Oh, I was wondering why you always wore orange. It's not a very discreet color, and you try really hard to not stand out."
I peered down at the shirt and tie. I hadn't really noticed. It was a little bold, but … it wasn't a bad color.
"I guess I like orange."
Hanna's eyes lit up at that, but he didn't say anything in response, and a few minutes later, the conversation was far away.