Viola

Amber walked out of her quarters holding a bag of refuse to dispose away. As soon as she saw Channing leaning against his car in a relaxed manner watching her, she turned to go back inside and he spoke to her.

''I've seen you already''

Amber stopped and frowned. She turned and walked closer to him, throwing one of the bags at him, he caught it and followed her towards the disposal bins at a distance away. He looked at her short pyjamas shorts and her oversized sweated and frowned.

''Do you often dress this way to throw the waste out every day?''

''What is wrong with the way I dress?'' she asked and looked at herself.

''Amber, that pants is not covering your legs and you live with men'' he said feeling a little frustrated that she didn't care about her image at all.