"I want black." He said, pulling the red top she took from her hand and hanging it back on the drawer. She furrowed her brows slowly as she stared at him.
"You don't have a red shirt." She said.
"How'd you know that?" He asked and she looked away. Maybe or maybe not, she might have peeked at him while he was dressing and made a mental note of how his wardrobe looked like. From the door, she couldn't see much but she could at least run her eyes through the clothes she could see.
"Did you-"
"Get a red shirt." She shut him up with her interruption and he thinned his eyes, pushing it back.
"It's not Valentine." He hissed.
"But Christmas is coming soon." She said.
"I don't celebrate Christmas." He hissed and walked away. She took the shirt anyway placing in the trolley as she walked behi
