I step out of the bathroom with my bare feet padding softly against the cool polished porcelain tiled-floor. A white towel is draped loosely underneath my armpits, with one hand gripping it and the other hand moving in a slow, deliberate strokes, patting my wet skin dry.
I walk over to the small dresser where Jasper's perfectly arranged collection of expensive-looking skincare products are arranged. The labels look foreign, sleek and far too fancy for my usual drugstore brands.
I pick up a bottle with a minimalist black and white label, squinting at the text.
"What do we have here... Glow Recipe Watermellon Dew Drops," I say slow and nod afterwards in approval. "Sounds refreshing. Like fruit salad for your face."
I put it down and grab yet another bottle with a chic, minimalist design.
