Ellen still felt something was off about her boyfriend's sudden coldness towards her. She'd intended it as a joke earlier that afternoon, but he took it seriously. Because of her rash actions, their relationship now feels distant.
Flint hadn't said a word since Ellen interrogated him in the walk-in closet. Now all Ellen could do was sit quietly in the bedroom, waiting for her boyfriend to finish his shower.
A few minutes passed, and Flint emerged from the bathroom in black pajamas, towel-drying his hair. Ellen immediately got out of bed, also wearing black pajamas, and a beaming smile.
"Flint, I want to wear black pajamas like you too."
Flint didn't smile. Instead, he kept a straight face as he dried his still-damp hair. "And then?"
Ellen was a little shocked by Flint's rather flat reaction. Because Flint had responded rather curtly, she wanted revenge. She stomped into the bathroom and slammed the door.
