((( Rhio POV' s )))
Deo usually have some change of clothes in the car. I didn't like her to wear shirt that belonged to some men but I can't give her mine either. An unopened pack from the fashion department store waited at the backseat as if fate wanted it to be. It was a teen female tee Deo might have gotten for his sister. But whatever, I'll just pay him back.
She looked at it suspiciously when I returned. "Why do you have something like this? Is this your lover's clothes?"
"It got mixed in the car by mistake," I lied.
She looked disbelieving, "I doubt it."
"Can't you see it's still wrapped? So don't think I've been with some woman."
"Alright. I'll change at the back of that tree so turn around and don't ever peek at me," she ordered.
I'm impatient but waiting for her seemed just a second. In a blink, we're back to the car in silence. I didn't start the engine yet and we just sat there like troubled couples.
