Rosalie POV: “A shirt that landed in my hands.” I squeaked out, not sure exactly weather I made the situation worse by my petty excuse. “Keep it,” he said before dropping the clothes I had requested and making his way towards the door. “I’ll be back to drop you off in the next 10 minutes,” he said, and I heard the door closing next. “Well, that was easy,” I mumbled, letting out a deep breath and begun changing into my clothes. Just as he had said. He returned in the next ten minutes, and upon typing my address on the GPS, we buckled up and hit the road. Unlike Giovanni’s grumpy ass, Isaac here was a whole new comedian. Bringing me to a point where tears of joy had poured out as I clutch my tummy from the uncontrollable laughter.
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