She giggled. “I’m decent, Xavier, I promise. There’s nothing to see.” Picking up the clothes and trying not to let the towel unwind itself from her hair, she scooted back into the bathroom and pulled on the clothes. She came back out, wet towels and clothes folded over one arm. “I really owe you.”
[ ❧ ─ “Don’t worry about it, Summer. You don’t need to owe me anything.” With that, he uncovered his eyes and led the way out of the room where Crayon was impatiently wagging his tail and jumping up on his legs.
Winding up the long, wet tail of her hair into a bun, she pinned it on top of her head with one hand and cocked her head at Xavier. “It’s not about need, honey. You’re doing me a favour. Eventually I’ll do one for you.” She sighed. “I guess when the rain lets off I’ll go down to the office and see if they’ll come let me in my apar— no, flat, you guys say flat here.” She crouched down to offer her free hand to Crayon.