She gets out, towel wrapped around and he just stares at her. It's a stare to study the situation, soak it all in and compare.
"What are ya lookin at?"
"Just you!"
"Me, why, what's wrong."
"Nothing, just not used to seeing you with a towel that wraps all the way around you."
"Thought you didn't remember me being that big?"
"I don't. It's just little things like this. I see you like this and I see pictures of you from a year ago and it's hard to put the two together."
He is the guy who contradicts himself. And I love him for that.
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