She was complaining light-heartedly about the clothes saying how big hers was."Can’t you get them to give you a better fitting one?" I enquired."No....I’ve tried. But they said that they had no more in my size and wouldn’t be getting anymore for some time," she said."That’s rubbish. What poor organisation," I said sympathetically."Even tying the cord doesn’t stop them falling off me. I mean, look. You could fit two of me in here."With that, she tugged the tie cord at the top of the tracksuit. Clearing off their long bar counter, it’s just Eugene and I in the kitchen. “So how have you been?” Eugene asks, putting spices away. “Not too bad,” I reply with a sigh. “That sounds convincing,” he says, snickering at my obvious disinterest. I laugh a little. “My day started off pretty crazy,” I reply, recalling my vague explanation to Steph and Louis as to why I had a gash across my cheek. I summed it up to; I didn’t want to talk about it. “I was gonna ask about your apparent battle. . odd. “Well, Cors wanted to chat. I thought she might have been about to say something weird and she did but not what I expected.”“Weird like...?” I asked.“Like declarations-of-love weird.” Oh.“But she didn’t?”“No, she ... well, it started because she was asking about you watching in the shed.”“Sorry, I went brain dead. Girls having sex kind of short circuits the homo sapien male brain.”“I must be a man,” Lavi said.Melissa playfully poked at Lavi’s leg with her toes. “Be serious.”Lavi didn’t. "And you?" He asked. "I can't believe someone with your dynamite looks hasn't been snatched up long ago. I really think you would be a great catch you know." Why Charles Fenmore, I do believe you are flirting with me," Roxanne said in a fake southern drawl. She laughed as she watched him turn beet red.Her skirt had risen about halfway up her legs and she uncrossed her legs and then crossed them to the other side showing ample amounts of thigh as she did so. Roxanne was watching him watch her.