She gulped, looking at him from head to toe. He looked good. Really good. And the fact that he was halfway through getting his polo neck off was...hot. She suddenly felt flustered when she realised she sounded like a pervert.
It was rude to ogle his body the way she was after how coldly she'd treated him. She averted her eyes, moving to the sink and opening the tap to run her fingers through the water to pretend to be doing something.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was occupied," he apologised, putting his shirt back on and turning to head out.
"I-it's okay," she said, closing the tap and turning to face him. She didn't want him to leave just yet. "Someone spilled on you too?"
"Yeah," he chuckled lightly, lifting the material to smell what it is that they were drinking. He furrowed his eyebrows and sniffed again.
Nothing.
"That's weird," he said, more to himself as he sniffed his shirt again before looking up at her. "I don't get any smell."