"Yeah... That girl who has an identity problem in our class, I don't even know her name. I saw it with her this morning and immediately knew she stole it. So I took it from her and decided to return it. Don't worry, it's already cleaned properly before I came." Sheila explained and Skye sighed internally.
From her explanation, he already knew the jacket she was talking about, and already had a theory of the kind of scene this block-head standing before him had created.
"You went to her hostel?" Skye asked, trying to grasp as much information as he can.
"Yuck, no. How low do you think of me?" Disgust immediately registered on Sheila's face.
"How does going to the school hostel make you low?" Skye couldn't help but ask as her reaction left him dumbfounded.
"That place is meant for classless people. I don't mix with such. I'm sure you understand what I'm talking about. She brought it to class and I recognized it."
