Emma woke up groggily, walked into the restroom, did her business, took a shower, and wore a bathrobe. By now the shirt she was wearing from two days ago was all dirty.
She stayed in the room for five minutes and then decided to ask him for a spare shirt. She knocked on his door once and then twice as his door slowly creaked open, startling her.
"Mr. Colt?" She whispered in a soft voice, when no answer came, she opened the door fully and stepped in.
He was nowhere in sight and then she heard the shower running.
She further walked in straight towards his wardrobe. She knows she was intruding but it was far better than him seeing her in a bathrobe.
A variety of clothes were neatly settled in their sections while few were hanging. She marched to the shirt's portion and was searching for
