Simon swiftly held Eloise's body, which was about to fall.
"Are you okay?" The man looked really worried. "Eloise?"
"I'm fine, sir," Eloise said, trying to return strong to her feet. Her hand was now running through her hair. "Oh, my goodness! Since when do I wear this on my head?!"
Startled again to find her towel still on her head from earlier, Eloise couldn't help but be embarrassed.
"Since earlier?" Simon tried to answer.
An answer that, of course, made Eloise's face even redder.
"Oh my!" Eloise exclaimed. "Why didn't you say so?"
Simon shrugged. He was showing a look of confusion as to how to react.
"You didn't ask," Simon replied again. "So what about that?"
Eloise hurriedly removed the medium-sized towel, rolling it up with shame in both hands.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Simon," Eloi
