Chapitre 41: Not a date

"Are you this eager to see — oops!" She shouts when I dragged her into the room. "What's it?" She gave me a once over.

"Is this attire okay?" I nervously tug on the clothes I'm putting on, "do you think it's okay to wear them? I mean, is it okay to —"

"It's good." She straightened the corner a bit, "you are presentable enough, what's wrong?"

"I'm going shopping!" I squeal in happiness, "can you imagine that?"

"No, I can't," She pursed her lips. "That was why I came to get you, of course," She rolled her eyes at me.

"Oh."

"What did you do to Sly? He's looking nervous —"

"Oh," I cover my mouth with my palm when I recalled the incident of the last few minutes. Seeing Marli made me forget it all. I was mainly concerned about the clothes I'm putting on, to be concerned about the clothes to remember that.

"What happened?" Her eyes sparkled as it does whenever she catches a whiff of gossip. It gets misty.