#Chapter12
/"Why I don’t get along with him? … Most women pry … They want the juicy details./" A hint of a smile in his voice, a gross generalization of my sex. I curb the urge to eye roll at him.
/"No. It’s not my business./" I answer tightly; I’m not most women and I wish he would shut up. It’s a relief when we pull up in front of my building and I glimpse my chance of escape for a few minutes.
/"This is me./" I point up at the block of attractive brown apartments rising above us; he regards me for a second then gestures I should go and I almost exhale with thanks.
/"I’ll wait here, go get changed … Something feminine and soft … Something you wouldn’t normally wear./" He gives me an odd look, hiding his amusement and I have the sudden urge to throat punch him.
Something feminine? Really? I’m pretty sure any clothes made predominantly for women are classed as feminine!
