THIRD PERSON POV
It was late at night, and Zora stood in the kitchen of her restaurant trying to check if the tap was working very fine. The head of the tap had gone faulty and she had called a plumber to get it fixed, he had assured her that it was working well but a part was still dripping water on the floor.
She decided to twist the tap a little bit but that had turned out to be a very bad idea as the water from the tap spilled onto her white shirt.
"F____ccccccccckkkkk," she yelled out in total frustration. The white shirt she wore had now hugged her body and gone transparent, making it now a see-through.
"Yo, Zora," Frank called as he casually walked inside the kitchen holding a box in his grip.
"What do you want?" She barked, while trying to pull the wet shirt away from her bod
