“You needed them.”
“When?”
“This morning.”
I look at the clock.
It is barely eight.
“How early were you awake?”
He ignores that.
I pick up the yellow top again, and my chest does that strange shifting thing.
It is exactly the kind of color I wear.
I look at the jeans.
Then at him.
“How do you know my size?”
His expression remains perfectly neutral.
“I checked the clothes you took off last night.”
I blink. “You checked the tags?”
“Yes.”
“That is disturbingly efficient.”
“You needed clothes.”
I laugh before I can stop myself.
The sound feels strange after everything.
Good strange.
Then I notice the time again.
My eyes widen. “I have class.”
“No.”
I look up. “What?”
“You’re not teaching today.”
There it is.
The dictator returns.
“I absolutely am.”
“You were in a fire last night.”
