Darius looked at Becca in confusion. "You don't think it's weird that I know how to pick locks?"
"Are you kidding? That's so helpful! I wish I knew how to pick locks. I lock myself out at least twice a week but it usually isn't a problem because there's almost always someone at home. Even if it's only Jacob and he gets annoyed that I woke him up," she said.
An unreadable expression crossed his face. He didn't speak for several moments and when he did, it was only to tell her that she should go inside and get her stuff.
Becca did and ended up going to the bathroom in the process. She grimaced when she saw the state of her face. She looked terrible. She quickly washed all of her makeup off and declared it a lost cause.
"Do you mind if we go out another day? I kind of just want to stay in," she said quietly.
