[ Anna ]
"So? The white shirt or the blue one?"
Holding both of them in either of his hands, Zach turns to face me from the mirror. Without picking my head while scrolling on the phone I answer, "Blue."
"But you always say you like me in white.." He whined.
"I like you in white." I pick my head, "Not Marie. She might like you in Blue."
"I'm not taking any chances." He grinned, picking out the white shirt and throwing the blue one messily back into his wardrobe.
"Wonder why he asked me in the first place." I shook my head, mumbling angrily.
"What?"
"What?" I look at him disinterested, keeping my phone on the pillow on my lap.
"Did you say something?"
"Nothing important."
"So, where's Nathan?" He asked.
I stepped out of the bed. Probably in Ontario. At least that's where he's s
