บท 77: The Cafeteria

Serena opened the door to find, Aaron standing there, his white t-shirt clinging to him and his jeans slightly damp, his hair tousled from what seemed like a recent shower.

"Hello" Aaron said

"Hey..." Serena replied smiling.

"Done with your training?" Aaron inquired casually, glancing her way.

She nodded, Just then, Clara, flew out of Aaron's pocket, her tiny voice cutting through the awkward silence as she looked at Serena up and down and says "Oh wow Serena... Any plans on wearing some clothes or planning to stay in the towel?"

Serena's gaze darted down, and she realized she was wrapped in nothing but a towel. Mortified, she quickly retreated, shutting the door behind her.

Moments later, she emerged, now wearing a sleek silk black gown that had clearly been meticulously ironed.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was just..." Serena stammered, but Aaron's easy smile cut her off. "It's okay," he reassured her, his eyes warm.