Calvin actually looked at the scarf. It was red, which was his mom's least favorite color. "No, no," he said quickly, then forced himself to slow down. "Not that color, but the pattern is good," he said. "Don't you think?" He looked at Katie just long enough to see her not looking at him. He pressed his lips together, suddenly angry. He wanted her to look at him.
He reached out for the scarf she was holding, adding pleasantly, "She likes big patterns like that." He tugged at the scarf, enough to loosen it from Katie's grip, and then let it drop, making it seem as natural as possible. Just slipped through his fingers. He bent after it.