I was wearing an oversized long shirt that completely hid the short shorts I had on underneath. My hair was slightly damp but mostly dry after a quick blow-dry.
I sat down one seat apart from him and grabbed the remote from the bedside table. I was browsing through Netflix for something to watch when Garett suddenly spoke.
“Did someone ever tell you that you smell nice?”
I glanced at him and saw that he was staring at me. “Are you hitting on me?”
He laughed and shifted in his seat to face me. “And if I am?”
He was getting way too comfortable joking like that around me. He knew I wouldn’t play along with his words anyway.
“I know I’m not your type.” I turned my attention back to the TV.
“Why? What do you think my type is?”
I shrugged. “Famous and beautiful? Someone you could show of
