"Huh?!" Nina Donovan was confused. "I haven't wiped it clean yet."
Jasper Sherwood stuffed his hands into the front pocket of his hoodie, his tone cold. "I'm not that fussy. I'll just take it off and toss it in the wash when I get back. If you really feel bad about it, just transfer me two hundred for a cleaning fee."
Nina: "..."
She followed behind him, her expression blank. "Hmm? Whose cleaning fee is that expensive? You have the nerve to ask for two hundred? Just take the shirt off and give it to me. I'll wash it for you, free of charge!"
Jasper: "..."
He scoffed. "If I actually took it off for you, you'd be the one complaining."
Nina raised an eyebrow, grinning. "Then why don't you try me? I guarantee I'll get it smelling fresh and clean."
'As if no one else owns a washing machine.'
Jasper watched her quietly for a few seconds.
Then, grabbing the hem of his sweatshirt with both hands, he put on a show for Nina, pulling it off in one second flat.
