His sister buys him the shirt for a birthday one year. "The color suits you," she says with a smile, and he supposes he agrees. It's not something he actively thinks about, but he trusts her judgement. And so, he decides to wear it that night, when his sister offers to take him out for a birthday dinner.
Damn, but does it look good on him, paired with a black blazer and dark-washed denim. The stares he gets in the pub are a good indicator, as is the waitress's flirtatious smile when she takes their order. The fact that his sister is sharing the table doesn't seem to be a deterrent, given that they're practically twins in the looks department. (She's fending off similar stares from the gentleman, it seems. It runs in the family.)
The food arrives, dry but decent, and his sister raises her glass for a toast. "To my dearest older brother," she says fondly. "May you have many years ahead."
He smiles and lifts his drink in response. "Oh!" she suddenly exclaims. "Hold that pose." And he does