14: Ugh!
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ANDY TURNED HEADS WHEN she arrived at the male officers’ barracks in a white chambray shirt, pale blue cut-off denim shorts and canvas flats. Her brunette mane was tied back in a scrunchy with a few strands of stray hair framing her face. She nodded slightly to acknowledge the men who gallantly stood to one side to let her pass.
From the hallway, she could smell the curry. She followed the source of the aromatic scent of spices and herbs. The name on the door confirmed it was his room. She knocked, conscious of the eyes spying on her, straining to see who she was visiting.
Banjo opened the door to let her in. He didn’t let the curious sticky beaks down; he stepped outside and cheekily took a bow.
Andy shook her head, rolled her eyes and reprimanded him for acting lik
