They weren't the best fit - he was a pretty big guy, and they were slightly snug on him, but it was definitely better than nothing at all.
He headed back out to where Annie was waiting, rubbing thoughtfully at the back of his neck for a second as he stood looking down at the surface of the table.
He was quiet for a moment, his mind whirring as he tried to make sense of the clue, and then quietly counted under his breath.
"Same number of letters. I'm guessing it's an anagram," he said eventually, and then sat down beside her to try and figure it out. After unsuccessfully sounding out a few syllables - "yo... yes... toes... toast..."
He sighed. "I'm Hemingway, by the way," he told her, offering a handshake as he realised he hadn't actually bothered introducing himself yet.