Grapes?
Oh no, grapes!
Help! Grapes! She hates grapes!
Claire practically stumbled her way to the door.
Halfway there, she realized she was only wearing a spaghetti strap top and immediately spun around to grab something to throw on.
Between the back-and-forth and her rising panic, by the time she opened the door, she was already panting, sweat beading on her forehead.
"Out for a jog?"
Julian raised his brows at her sweaty mess of a state.
Claire grabbed the opportunity to nod, "Yep, just a little run, gotta stay healthy."
Then her eyes dropped to the bag in his hand. She leaned down to grab it. "Thanks for bringing these over, really. You’ve done enough, head on back now."
Julian: "…"
Just as her fingers were about to touch the bag, he switched hands, do
