I looked around the room. Everything was neat—almost too neat. She had to be a neat freak. Still, the space had a certain charm. The only thing missing was that dark, glittery wall I saw in her room
I wandered over to the bed and sank onto it. From outside came a loud crash, like something had just broken.
She broke something again?
"Clumsy," I muttered, a small smile tugging at my lips.
I stood up and made my way toward the shower—then froze.
Wait… I don't even have anything to change into.
At that moment, a knock echoed from the door.
I opened it, and there she was—a tiny figure so short she barely reached my shoulder.
"Won't you move?" she said, her tone half-annoyed, half-impatient.
I stepped aside with a smile. She marched in, dropped a neatly folded set of clothes on the bedside table, and shot me a glare.
"Can't you help me? You're just standing there smiling."
"You didn't ask for help," I replied, smirking.
"Ahh… you know I have the number now. I can send you back anytime, so watch how you speak to me," she warned, crossing her arms.
"Okay… maybe," I said, feigning innocence.
"Where did you even get these clothes from? Don't tell me you've been keeping them, hoping one day a guy would come by," I added teasingly.
Her glare sharpened. "You know what? You're going back right now."
She headed toward the door. Without thinking, I grabbed her wrist. "I'm sorry, okay?"
She stared at me, exhaling slowly. "Fine… but I'm still angry."
"Can you let go now?" she muttered.
"Oh—right," I said, immediately releasing her.
She walked over to the bed and pointed at the clothes. "These are actually too big for my boyfriend. He left them here. Don't worry—he hasn't worn them. I just kept them because… I was too lazy to return them."
I let out a quiet sigh. She really was lazy.
Then—another knock at the door.
We froze. Our eyes met.