XXVIII

Just as she planned, the girl merely wore a hoodie on top of one of her loose shirts and then her elementary jogging pants that mysteriously still fit her. She dismissed the idea of wearing shorts upon realizing that the asshat might comment on her knees or something.

Rolling her eyes, the girl swiftly wore a headband to keep strands of her hair from falling to her face and ran out of her room.

Upon entering the living room, the asshat looks at her from head to toe and snorts. 

Laia didn't let that go. "Problem?"

The asshat stands up from the couch and puts his hands inside the pockets of his jeans, shrugging. "Nothing at all,"

"Whatever," Laia makes her way to the front door, raising an eyebrow at the asshat who was still standing behind her. "You coming or what?"

"Yeah, yeah,"