STRANGER.
❛uaa——but I brought my own food; I just need somewhere to dry my clothes?❜
‘ that’s your problem. don’t try to make it mine, too. ‘
stoic, is she, removing her apron with delicate fingers. it should be clear that she’s eager to leave; to lock the door and return home, a place she feels WARM and LOVED. though, as the male stands, dripping crystalline water onto tiled flooring ( & one that she HAD just cleaned ), it becomes evident that HOME is a place she shan’t see until the hour is over. though, as if finding some humor, at last, she eyes him. up, down. to his face, to his fingers, to finally to his shoes slippers. such an odd looking specimen would be INTERESTING to study.
