Giving him a look, she got up from the couch and stomped over to her drawers, reaching in and grabbing a suit, then flounced off into the bathroom, chin high.

She changed quickly, taking the time to brush out her hair and wind it up in a high ponytail, then, as nonchalantly as possible, she opened the door and came out, moving over to the table to grab her mug, taking it over to get another coffee, pointedly not looking at him. She was wearing a camo micro-bikini, one that showed her naval piercing. Put that in your muffler and smoke it, carface.