He didn't mean to make her feel flustered and embarassed, but she looked so much prettier than he'd expected. Okay, so that sounded mean. But normally Ophelia dressed so plainly, and that shirt made her look so... un-plain. Simon didn't want her thinking he was staring at her chest or anything. After that night when they'd kissed, he felt like he should be walking on eggshells around her so she wouldn't think he was a creep who was just trying to feel her up.
He jumped when she touched his arm, because he was so focused on not being focused on her. "Black is a safe bet," he told her, "but you might be right. Too much black seems more goth than punk." He scrutinized the white blouse, thinking. "I saw some girl online wearing a shirt like this once. She looked really old fashioned, but also kinda modern, too. It was very cool. You put that shirt on, I'll be right back." Simon dove into his closet, rummaging about.
Finally, he emerged with a black sateen vest. "This doesn't fit me anymore," he said, taking a quick peek to make sure Ophelia was decent before he went over to her. "The one the girl had on kind of went under her boobs, but I think it'll be okay. Or maybe we can sew it or something, though I dunno how to sew at all." He could sew buttons on pants and things, but nothing as complicated as alterations.