Laz laid back on the bed and kept silent until Jill came out by herself. She had put on the clothing that Mrs. Smith had given her, a long sleeve shirt and sweat pants, but it was obvious to Laz that she didn't have anything on underneath it. Considering the age difference, Laz didn't really think about it and instead just pointed to the coffee maker, indicating that she could take some if she wanted.
Jill looked back and forth from the coffee maker to Laz several times.
"Don't like coffee?" Laz asked, turning his head.
Jill shook her head in response.
"Just take something from the fridge then, whatever you want," Laz responded before taking another sip of his coffee and looking outside the open window. The night had turned dark, much darker than before and Laz could smell the rain in the air.
'Tonight's storm kind of matches her mood, doesn't it?' Laz said while thinking.
