"How do you forget your towel?" I chuckle and hear him groan.
"I don't know. I guess I wasn't focusing." As if you ever focus.
"In your closet right?" I ask as I open it. Whoa! So tidy. Note the sarcasm.
"Why are all your things on the floor?" I yell at him through the door.
"It's called gravity, look it up sometime," I can imagine him rolling his eyes.
"It's on the hanger," I hear him say after a while and I skip past the messy episode that's by the door and take the teal fluffy towel hanging solo at the very back of his walk-in closet.
I open the bathroom door and stretch my hand with the towel into the bathroom, making sure I'm firmly gripping on something in case he tries to be funny and pull me inside. I hear him chuckle and I drop my hand and raise my eyebrows.
"You can come i
