Damian fixed almost everything for Loraine. A pair of matching sweatshirts and pants were waiting for her on the king-sized bed. He made sure that the color of it would go well with her sneakers as the lady doesn't want to wear any other footwear other than those she possessed.
Starting his day in a good mood, he was now having a glass of orange juice while patiently waiting for the lady to come out of the bathroom. He was standing in front of the glass sliding door that connects to the balcony of his unit, looking far away with a small smile on his face.
"Hey."
He then suddenly heard Loraine speak behind him. Immediately, he spun around to face her. His eyes scanned her from head to toe, noticing that she was barefooted in his bathrobe.
"You could've just asked me for some slippers," he muttered as he moved his feet, walking near to Loraine who approached the bed.