"I want to wash my hands," Jasper Milton said.
"Oh," Natalie Wheeler opened the door and stood aside.
Jasper turned on the tap and washed his hands. He looked at Natalie's reflection in the mirror.
She stood aside quietly. With her eyes lowered, she looked lovely.
He thought of her stubbornness and his eyes became sharper, "Why did you lock the door? Are you afraid that I'll eat you?"
"Uh, well, it's a habit," Natalie explained.
Jasper turned around and looked at her, "Did you call Allen?"
"It's too early when I came back. I just woke up and haven't had time to call him."
"Was it because of the time difference, or was it because you just didn't want to call him?" Jasper questioned, fixing his eyes on her.
Natalie felt even more pressured, "Do you not believe me?"
