She stood by the door when I walked out of the shower room.
“I showered at the guest room.” She stated as she walked over. She’s wearing a white shirt and blue pants. Her cheeks are rosy pink. I stared at her pants.
“What?” She asked when she noticed my stare.
“You wear long skirts to the office.” She raised an eyebrow.
“They’re impractical. If I need to run, they’ll just be in my way.” She shrugged.
“You won’t need to run in the office, though. But of course, you can always do what you want. Initially, I thought you felt pressured since the company uniform for women is skirt.”
“I’ll try them later.” She responded.
I can tell there’s something on her mind as she spaces out. She frowned as she debated within herself.
“Actually, I think I should go to the bureau. I would need to… wel
