When he walked in we chatted for a few minutes, and then I told him to go get his stuff out of the car.
"I don't have anything." he responded.
I stopped dead in my tracks. He was holding his phone, keys, and wallet. Nothing else.
"What are you wearing later?" I inquired.
"This," he said, gesturing to the clothes on his back.
"What are you going to wear to church tonight?" I wanted to know.
"This," he said, again with the gesture.
"Tomorrow?" I asked, knowing that the odds were not in my favor.
He didn't even respond. He just grinned.
And I was like ...