Preparing the coffee for him, she walked back to him and placed the cup in front of him. As she turned to leave, suddenly Ethen spoke, “stop…”
She stood still and was about to turn towards him but he added, “standstill.”
He got on his feet and walked towards her. “What is wrong with your skirt?” he questioned approaching her.
“What?” she mumbled not comprehending him.
Twisting her body she tried to look back and she spotted that her skirt had torn on the back in the joint section.
“Oh! My god…” she hastily tried to cover it feeling embarrassed.
“How did it happen?” Ethen raised a question.
“I… don’t know,” she replied gulping hard.
“It was alright when we walked out of the house,” Ethen asserted.
“Yeah it was but…” she stammered and paused for a second widening her eyes, “ wait a
