Making friends

Why was he being so difficult? All he had to do was take the toothpaste and squeeze the bottom. "It makes it easier in the long run," I replied to his opinion of thinking of thinking it didn't matter.

"No, when squeezing from the middle stops working, one simple squeeze at the bottom and you're good to go," he argued.

"No it doesn't," I argued. I dragged the paste from Min to prove my point but I felt my towel loosen around my chest and before I could react it was seated at my legs and I was naked in front of Min.

"You are right, squeeze from the bottom," he said and excused himself from the bathroom. I stood there flustered. I blinked twice and ben to pick up my towel. I said I wasn't going to argue with Min, I should have kept my words, if I had kept my words, I wouldn't be wrapping my towel around me after it fell in front of him. To think he warned me about moving so freely. How did I forget that I was in a towel. I turned to look at the mirror and slapped more colour into my r