Chapter 18: 'Your hair. You need to braid it.'

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We were in the elevator moving down to the basement parking lot. And the atmosphere is super… awkward.

A while ago, Rum was sprawled across the couch, absorbed in his phone, his thumbs attacking the screen like two ninjas when I returned to the living room all freshened up and changed, and ready to set off.

I thought it would be rude to assume that he was ready, so I asked if he needed to get changed.

It was then he looked up and saw me. At first, he looked like a deer in headlights. Then, he looked as though I had leaked his secret and started berating at me.

He first called me a sloth, to which I retorted that I was gone for only twenty minutes, a quarter of the usual bathroom time for all the women he had hooked up with.

Then, as he threw me his bag (which I assumed he wanted me to carry for him) he called me a blind bat for failing to see that he had a shower and a change of clothes whilst I slept like a fucking log, to which I argued that a fucking log isn’t a telep