Not as classy

«Do you have clothes with you?» Neven asked.

«I must have something,» Vera said, getting up from the bed. «But I'm coming from a long journey. I won't be as classy as you'd wish me to be.»

«I don't have any wish for you to be classy. Just wear what makes you feel nice.»

«Can I go to the place where I live, later? I'll collect my things and come back,» she said.

«Sure... You don't need to ask me for permission.»

«I don't want you to be angry,» she reminded him. «I won't risk doing anything behind your back.»

«If you disappeared all of a sudden, I would be worried and not angry,» he replied.

«How can I know, though?»

«You can trust me.»

She shook her head and walked out, trying to remember the way to the living room - where she hoped to find her backpack. She could wear something for the time being and go home to fetch her clothes in the afternoon. Or after work, if she was supposed to work.