"Damn Alastair…I didn't know you were like this." Leo said.
She leaned against the door and watched us get up from the bed. She looked at what I wore to bed: Alastair's shirt, which he had given me after I tore mine up. This, in turn, would explain why Alastair didn't have a shirt on.
"Don't say it like that. You know that's not what's going on." Alastair sheepishly said.
"Oh yeah? How would I know? All you said was to meet you here and to bring food and clothes." Leo held two separate bags on the tips of her two fingers in the air.
"I'll tell you after we eat and change." Alastair grabbed the bag from her hand and walked into the living room.
Leo looked at me and held her hand out. "My name is Leo."
I looked at her hand, which was covered in calluses, and her fingernails were bitten to the skin. I grabbed her hand and shook generously.
She bursted out laughing. "Those are some gnarly calluses! We're almost matching."
