“That,” she sighed, “would be lovely. I’m fucking /freezing/ now.” Mournfully, she held out the soggy strands of her hair. “I washed this yesterday.”
[ ❧ ─ Xavier gave her a sort of sympathetic smile and motioned towards the bathroom with a hand. “It’s right in there, love. You know how bathrooms work, right?” he joked. “I’ll have some clothes ready for you once you’re finished.”
Summer rolled her eyes at him. “Do British bathrooms work differently from American ones? I think I’ll be fine. Might need an extra towel, though, for my hair.”