Her eyes met those of a young man in a white shirt.

But they couldn't see a boy in a red shirt.

I almost expected him to put one hand in his shirt.

And the guy in the red shirt did not know.

The young man in the dark shirt went on ahead.

The man in the blue shirt must have been someone important.

The man in the red shirt was only about ten feet above her.

She looked to her right to find a man standing there in a shirt alone.

"You look much better in my shirt than I do."

Worth a try, I said as he put it back in his shirt.