I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at Damon.
Damon glanced at me, and our gazes were a bit odd.
"We're not together," I was the first to explain.
The receptionist looked surprised, then apologized. "I'm sorry, I thought you guys were a couple because your clothes look like they match, so…"
I looked down at my outfit, then at Damon's. They were indeed black and white, looking like a matching couple set.
Damon laughed it off, "No worries, I also think our clothes match pretty well"
The receptionist blushed at Damon's smile and nodded apologetically. "Thank you for your understanding!"
I kept quiet until Damon finished booking a room. Then I booked another one and went to rest.
Damon's room was across from mine. As I was opening my door, he reminded me, "Remember to pick me up when you go to Ben' house tomorrow. My car is still there"
"Can't you call a cab yourself?" I asked, annoyed.
