Austin goes to his room to find me some clothes to wear. Since his sister is also in the house I can’t be walking around his house in just a shirt. So, he brings me a pair of grey tracksuits and a black hoody. “These are quite old and don’t fit me anymore, so they might fit you a little better,” he explains. I’m a little disappointed that he didn’t bring me a top that smells like him. Even though the clothes are too small on him, they are still way too big on me. So, I have to tie the string on the tracksuit bottoms to prevent them from slipping down while I walk.
Austin takes me out to the kitchen for breakfast. I sit at the table and watch him scan the shelves and fridge for food. “What do you fancy?” he asks. I shrug. “I’m not picky, surprise me,” I tell him. It takes him a couple of m
