Title: Can I borrow one of your shirts?
Summary: Short One Shot ''I'm all wet now. Would you mind if I borrowed one of your 100 dollar shirts?'' A small in look into how Angela got to wear one of John's expensive shirts.
''Err…John?'' Angela spoke, innocence playing with her tone of voice.
''Yes?'' He replied with his attention focused on attempting to place the bath back together. It wasn't going as planned which he was so frustrated about.
She gulped, knowing that if she asked for a favour, it would more than likely be slapped back in her face.
''I'm all wet now. Would you mind if I borrowed one of your expensive shirts? I know they mean so much to you…but I'm starting to get chilly.'' She shuddered as another group of goose bumps rised from her skin.
He sighed and decided not to continue fixing the bath. Soon, he thought, he would call a plumber.
He stood up and brushed himself down from any escaped dust which had landed on his trousers.
''What colour?'' He grunted, making his way to his wardrobe located in his bedroom on the far right.
She bit her lip and leaned on the door way as she made her decision.
''Pink.'' She said, a smirk placed on her face.
''I'm afraid today we only have…white, white and white. What's it to be?'' John asked.
Angela noticed the humour apparent. It released the tension in which they were experiencing that moment and every other.
He reached in the large wardrobe and removed a shirt from the hanger and placed it in Angela's hands.
''Here you go. Best one there is'' He smiled.
''Thanks. I'll just…change here…shall I?'' Angela spoke; half wishing John would stay, knowing that he would leave.
''I don't see where else. While you're changing I'll be…calling a plumber.'' He walked slowly and graciously out of the room.
She let out a breath of air she had been keeping. Though stubborn and rather secretive, this man was beginning to take a toll on Angela; and she liked it.
Once she was done changing, she followed John into the main room, blinds covering the sun rays which were trying to escape in the gaps.
''So…when do you want your shirt back?'' She asked, trying to make conversation.
John looked over at her.
''Keep it. It looks good on you.'' Still no emotions placed on his face, Angela knew he was telling the truth.
Fin