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"Layla's eyes fluttered open as the morning sunlight hit her eyes. She yawned loudly, sitting up from the bed, last night's events unfolding in her head.

How Nolan left her to leave in the middle of the night, how she got stuck in the rain, how he came back to his house, and then how she wanted to offer him dinner but only ended up creating a big mess, and he scolded her.

"Jerk." That was the first word that she uttered out of her mouth as she scrambled out of bed. She quickly arranged the bed, and she went to check out her clothes which she hung in the bathroom. She washed them last night, and luckily for her, they got dried.

She had a quick shower and dressed up, ready to leave.

"Urgh, what do I do about these?" She referred to Nolan's clothes which were on the bed. She didn't want to give them back to him just like that; she felt she needed to wash them.

Folding the clothes, she squeezed them into her bag; she planned to take them home, wash and iron them before returning them bac