AFTER BASKETBALL NIGHT…
Damon had just stepped out of the sliding glass door onto the poolside with an earpiece in his right ear, attending a call when he noticed Lilliana reclined back on one of the tanning chairs basking in the warmth of the sun and to his deslike, was still wearing the damn jersey. Her eyes were focused on the book in her hand while the other was gently petting her new companion. She was yet to accept that Snowflake was missing but had somehow found it in herself to keep its replica and named it Furry.
“I'll have the information you need in…”
“Hold on” he cut the man on the other side of the call, pausing their conversation to ask Lilliana “... what are you wearing??” Frowning disapprovingly at the oversized shirt covering almost half of the girl's body.
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