"What are you thinking about?"
Rosalind seemed to have noticed Dirk Carter's contemplative expression.
Rosalind asked.
Dirk Carter chuckled.
He said, "I was wondering, what underwear are you wearing today?"
Rosalind's face flushed red, initially thinking she'd be angry.
Unexpectedly, she straightened her posture.
Asked, "Do you want to see?"
"A look wouldn't hurt."
Dirk Carter replied.
Rosalind, full of grace.
Directly unbuttoned her white coat.
Underneath was a stylish shirt, which she also opened, pulling both sides away.
What appeared was a very familiar piece of underwear.
Two years had passed.
Still the same style, the same color.
Identical to the one Dirk Carter bought back then.
"Seems you really like this style of underwear."
Dirk Carter teased.
Rosalind folded her clothes, buttoned them up, said, "It's not the underwear style I like, but the person who bought it."
With that said.
Ripples stirred in Dirk Carter's heart.
Maybe to avoid awkwardness.
