Andrey walked down the hallway toward the guest room, his footsteps soft on the wooden floor. The door was slightly ajar, and he could hear Sein muttering to herself.
"Stupid zipper... why won't it... ugh..."
He pushed the door open gently. "You called?"
Sein stood in front of the small mirror on the dresser, her back to him. She had changed into a clean outfit—one of the ones she'd borrowed from Andrey's closet. A fitted black t-shirt and a pair of dark grey jeans. Her hair was still damp, and she was struggling with the zipper of the jeans, which had gotten stuck halfway up. She was wearing the same underwear as yesterday.
"Don't just stand there, help me!" she snapped, not turning around.
Andrey stepped closer, keeping his eyes carefully on the zipper. "You need to relax the fabric. If you pull too hard, it'll just jam more."
"Just fix it, Glasses."
