She tilted her head and saw aunty Crox slapping her own forehead, "Oh… miss! I completely forgot to give it to you after cleaning it. Wait a second, let me bring it to you".
She rushed in a hurry.
Whereas Cynthia was immersed in her thoughts.
Don't tell me he was angry because I didn't return his expensive coat back. Yeah, it did look custom made and the fiber was a bit expensive.
Then was he shy about asking for it directly so, he left without much word but then again, why do he have to ask about another guy who had nothing to do with him.
Cynthia frowned over those hard-to-understand things. She messed up her hair and then casually tried to straightened her messy hair with her palms.
"Here you go," Aunty Crox rushed with a carry bag and handed it over. And after a nod Cynthia left with that bag in her hand reluctantly.
…
