Chapter 26

• "I want black." He said, pulling the red top she took from her hand and hanging it back on the drawer. She furrowed her brows slowly as she stared at him.
• "You don't have a red shirt." She said.
• "How'd you know that?" He asked and she looked away. Maybe or maybe not, she might have peeked at him while he was dressing and made a mental note of how his wardrobe looked like. From the door, she couldn't see much but she could at least run her eyes through the clothes she could see.