By the time Sarah finally emerged from the dressing room Toby seriously felt exhausted enough to collapse on the floor and sleep for about ten hours. It had been way too much work to keep up that charade, and he knew they were going to have to come clean much sooner than he thought.
"Yeeeah," He dragged his hands over his face, "Look, I'm really sorry, I panicked when I saw my sister. She is pretty much the worst, nosiest, snitch on the planet, and I had to think fast. I have no idea where that came from." He pulled his hands away from his face and sighed heavily, "But, yes. I mean. Sure. You always look nice." He frowned when she said the dress didn't look good but didn't push it.
"Um... But..." He scratched the back of his head awkwardly, "Are you... Okay with coming over... Sometime?"