She nudged the empty ice bucket with her toe. Holly had forgotten what she needed it for. "I suppose that makes sense. And I don't think it's gross. It just seems...practical."
The brunette wondered what Daniel had recognized on his shirt. What had she been wearing? Clothes from home, washed at her father's house because the washing machine at her flatmate's never seemed to work right.
Holly looked from the can, to Daniel. "Funny how that happens."
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on 2013-08-31 07:34 pm (UTC)The brunette wondered what Daniel had recognized on his shirt. What had she been wearing? Clothes from home, washed at her father's house because the washing machine at her flatmate's never seemed to work right.
Holly looked from the can, to Daniel. "Funny how that happens."