Julia's POV
I curiously leaned just to be able to get a better look at John. It's only slightly, just enough until I can see around the wall and into the closet, where he has wandered off to. I pinpoint his muscular frame in my sights, he is looking through his clothes quickly as if he already had something in mind, but can't seem to find it. He looks like he is starting to get frustrated while I watch as he slips the tshirt off then dropping it onto the floor as he uses his foot to push it to the side. He is trying to get everything ready for the night, so I should probably do the same.
I try to look around to find what else I would need for the evening escapades he has planned, but that is hard when I don't know what we will be doing. I feel frustrated or maybe just annoyed with the s
