"You were in the military?" Annabelle asked, surprised. She realized as soon as she said those words that it hadn't been very tactless of her to not conceal her surprise, but, well, he didn't exactly look like he would have worked in the military. She mentally reprimanded herself for being so rude to him, and smiled apologetically, accepting his shirt.
"Thank you," she said, genuinely grateful. "That sounds amazing. I've always wanted to go to New York and sing somewhere there. It sounds a little overwhelming, though, and I'm sure there are people who are a lot more talented than I am, so this is fine for me at the moment."
As she spoke, she noticed the scarring on his left arm, and she paused momentarily in her speech, somewhat shocked. This man had seemed so sweet and innocent, but maybe there was a deep backstory to his life that she couldn't see from his friendly demeanor. However, he seemed to want to hide it, so Annabelle pretended that she didn't notice, looking away. Setting the flowers down on the table, she wrapped his shirt around her shoulders, only to realize that something was poking her side, and she glanced down at the shirt pocket, wondering what it was.