Jessie glanced around the room, her gaze landing on something across the table. She walked over, picked up a well-worn sketchbook, and flipped through it, her lips curling into a smile.

"Here," she said, handing the sketchbook to Bruno. "Draw her something. An outfit for the reunion. Be her designer."

Bruno frowned, confused.

"Her designer? Jessie, I'm not..."

"Just do it," she insisted, pushing the paper into his hand. "Give her a style you'd like to see her wear for ...