They Meet

Byron walked out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his waist, and his hands were busy to dry his wet hair with another small towel. He slowly walked towards the dressing mirror and looked at his tan body with huge muscles where water droplets could be seen because of still wetness.

He moved the towel from his hair to his body to get it dry. He continued doing it in his back, shoulder, and stomach and then moved to his arms when he suddenly paused to see something unusual in the mirror.

His brows arched with seriousness while his calm expression got instantly hardened. He turned angrily and gazed at the long white curtains where he could see the small feet with red nail paints. Could not restrain himself but got boiled in anger.

"Who is there?"

"Come out right now!"

His tone was filled with demand.

However, when the feet with red nail paints did not move at all. His jaw clenched, and he spouted with an impatient, angry voice.

"Come out your own or else…." His eyes squinted, "I