You tiptoe into my room while I'm sketching, your eyes set on my favorite black jacket. "Looking for something?" I ask, trying to hide the annoyance in my voice. "Because whatever it is, I'm sure it's not in my closet."
You tiptoe into my room while I'm sketching, your eyes set on my favorite black jacket. "Looking for something?" I ask, trying to hide the annoyance in my voice. "Because whatever it is, I'm sure it's not in my closet."