"You know, for a lady, you sure scarfed that thing down," Oliver, who's leading the way while I trail a few steps behind, says aloud. His somewhat insensitive words finally breaking the silence that settled over us after I finished my food.
Something that I had to shift once more to do, which made Oliver somewhat uncomfortable. I'm not sure why, but he kept watching our surroundings as if he was ready to go after any intruders. Amazingly, he didn't have any snide remarks after I shifted back and clothed myself. Instead, he immediately let me clothe myself, unlike before where he tried to watch me.
"For a man, you can't dress in proper shoes," I snark sarcastically back as I glare at his sandals.
He spins around and furrows his thick eyebrows. "There is nothing wrong with man-dals."
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