Ch.51 Scarf
POV: Third Person
Dimitri was a neat freak.
Perhaps that as why Rose was now searching for her scarf. Precisely, the scarf that she'd taken from Dimitri's closet. Technically, it wasn't hers, but hey, it doesn't matter, right?
She'd already checked his closet, knowing full well he'd have folded it back there. It hadn't been there. She'd checked under the bed, too. Nothing except a ton of dust that made her sneeze. She started walking around the house, hoping to get a glimpse of the chocolate-colored scarf Yeva had knitted for Dimitri for Christmas. Actually, the old bat may have foreseen that Dimitri wouldn't be the one wearing it and had accordingly made it Rose's size. Which was exactly why when Dimitri opened the present, he'd stared at the scarf - way too small for him.
Dimitri came home to find a dejected Rose sitting on the couch.
"What happened?" He asked.
She looked ready to cry. "I was searching for the scarf Yeva gave you for Christmas and couldn't find it because you cleaned up the house and..."
He pulled her into his arms. "I put it in your closet, Roza. I knew I wouldn't be the one wearing it since it's too small and Babushka never gets the size wrong. I figured she gave it to me so that it would have my smell and then you'd wear it. An indirect present without making it seem like one."
She didn't hear past his first sentence. She bolted up the stairs to get his (hers?) scarf.
He followed her, chuckling.
Only to find her sniffing the scarf and looking at him accusingly. "Did you wash it? It doesn't have your smell anymore."
His mouth dropped open.