ANNA PAULA
"What's his name? We can have a look at his background."
His name? I didn't even ask. I guess I was too busy pinpointing faults about him to get his name.
"Don't tell me you don't know his name, Anna."
"I didn't like him."
"So? You should at least know his name first before deciding to like him or not."
"You should see him." I grimaced and got into the bed.
"What's it about him? He stood above me and took his clothing off.
"He's gothic."
"I don't get it." The edge of the bed dipped and he rolled over to sleep at my back then turning me to him.
"You should shower," I muttered.
"I did that already."
"And when was that? I didn't notice."
"On my way home. Dave and I passed one of his suits." He explained.
I looked behind me and noticed the scattered clothes on
