When Marie woke up, it was already the next morning. She opened her eyes in a daze and sat up. She was still wearing yesterday's pants, and her blouse had turned into a wide T-shirt.
Looking around at the familiar surroundings, she breathed a sigh of relief. Yesterday was not a dream. Dennis really came to save her.
As soon as she sat up, the bedroom door was pushed open. Dennis walked in wearing the same T-shirt as her, with a light pink shirt in the crook of his arm, which was actually a little cute.
"Is this yours?" Marie pointed to the clothes on her.
"Yes." Dennis nodded. "Your clothes are broken, and there are no pajamas of yours at home. I randomly took one to change you into."
Marie blushed. Did Dennis change her clothes?
Dennis sat on the edge of her bed, looked at her, and
