Cryptic

*Violet's POV*

I stand in the hallway, stunned. Did Kane just give me a compliment after ignoring me this entire day? His mood swings are giving me whiplash. It takes me a few seconds to regain my composure and open the door. Stepping into the room, I realize how much of a buzz I currently have going on from all the bourbon.

When I finally make it inside, I strip the dress off and put on pajama shorts and a hoodie and put my hair up into a bun. I grab my little bathroom bag and then head out.

When I open my door I see Kane closing his and stepping into the hallway.

“Oh, sorry, are you using the bathroom?” I ask. He nods.

“Okay, I’ll just go later.”

“It’s fine, there are two sinks,” he says with a shrug.

“Um, right, yeah. Okay.” He gestures for me to go first, so I do and head into the bathroom to the far sink, setting down my things. I wash my face first and when I finish dry