He jutted his arms into the sweater. A coffee shop was not exactly what he was hoping for, but he'd take it. He could oogle her there, and maybe still manage to get her somewhere a little more private.
He shifted, his DOC sweat pants still a good indication of his status as a convicted felon. He smiled a little, in thanks for the sweat shirt. He shook his head a little, to say she shouldn't have given it to him, but he appreciated the gesture.