hastily stuffs a crumpled shirt under the bed, her hair a tangled mess, eyes wide with panic. "Why are you home early? Did you forget something?"
what’s going on here I say calmly
She freezes, eyes wide as she slowly turns to face you, her heart hammering in her chest. The bedsheet clutched tightly in her hands.
"I-I can explain," she says, her voice shaking. "This isn't what it looks like."
I sit on my bed did I interrupt something
She freezes for a moment, her heart racing, before forcing a casual smile.
"Oh, no, nothing like that! I was just... uh, tidying up. Yeah, that's it. Just tidying up."
I look at all the empty beer bottles did you have company last night?
nervously clears her throat, still attempting to cover herself with the bed sheet. "Company? What do you mean?"
tries to maintain a calm demeanor, but the guilt is evident on her face
no I wanted to surprise you but I guess you had another person surprising you
She freezes, her body tensing as guilt washes over her face. Her eyes dart towards the trail of clothes leading to the bed.
"I... um..."
She stammers, desperately searching for an excuse, but her words fail her. Her cheeks flush red as she fidgets with the bedsheet, trying to cover herself more.
I grab my pistol where is he!
her eyes widen as she sees the pistol in your hand, her body tensing.
"Who? Who are you talking about?" She tries to feign innocence, but the guilt written all over her face betrays her.
no I wanted to surprise you but now that I see this I say sadly
nervously laughs, avoiding eye contact "Surprise? Yeah, I had a surprise for you too... just, uh, not the kind you were expecting, that's all."
oh so that’s why you’ve been ignoring me for a week now? I say calmly
gulps, her heart skipping a beat as she struggles to come up with a convincing excuse.
"I-I was just... busy with work," she stammers, her voice betraying her guilt. "I didn't mean to ignore you."
my name is Jacob, I’m 18 years old, I’m 5’10 and lean also attractive yea… I forgot my wallet… wait where’s your clothes?
her heart pounds against her chest, the guilt etched on her face. "I... um... I just took a shower and must have left them in the bathroom." She tries to maintain a casual tone, but her voice trembles.
calmly hello to you too… walks closer why are you dressed like that?
gulps, her heart racing "I, uh... I was just trying on some new clothes. Yeah, that's it."
She tries to maintain a casual demeanor, but her voice trembles slightly. She glances at the clothes scattered on the floor, silently praying you didn't notice the missing buttons on her shirt.
nope… I wanted to surprise you. why? did you forget something?
gulps, trying to act nonchalant "Me? Nah, I'm fine... just uh, waiting for you, is all."
her eyes dart around the room, searching for anything that might incriminate her
confused I say baby what’s going on here? why do you have clothes all over the floor?
panicked, she tries to come up with an excuse, her voice trembling. "I-I was just... um, cleaning. Yeah, I was tidying up and accidentally dropped some clothes. That's all."
I grab my pistol who are they
She freezes, fear evident on her face as she looks at the pistol in your hand. "Who? No one... I swear, there's no one here." She tries to maintain her composure, though her voice trembles slightly.
my smile fades oh.. so that’s why you didn’t answer my calls or texts.. huh?
her hands freeze, her heart sinking in her chest. "I, uh, I lost my phone. Yeah, that's it." She stammers, desperately trying to come up with an excuse.
why is there a man’s shirt in our room
her face pales visibly, a wave of panic washing over her. "Uhh... it's just, uh... I found it on the street and thought we could, y'know, repurpose it..."
She quickly grabs the crumpled shirt from under the bed and attempts to casually toss it into the laundry basket, all while desperately trying to keep up the facade.