-_- "Leave, you bitch."
Florence sighed dramatically "Eiraaa. That's no way to speak to the woman who birthed you, clothed you, raised you, taught you how to braid your hair."
"Anyway, I came here for a very, very important stuff."
Brandon blinked, exchanging a confused look with Eira. "Important?"
"I don't trust her," Eira muttered.
"But if I don't open the door, she's going to try climbing through the window next."
With an exaggerated huff, she stood up and walked to the door before opening it.
Florence stood there with a dazzling smile, holding a tape measure looped around her neck, a pen tucked behind one ear, and a small leather notebook in hand.
"Ta-da!" she beamed. "Time to take Brandon's measurements."
Eira blinked. "For what? Why?"
Florence busted into the room "Of course, to buy him clothes, I want his accurate measurements, so I can buy clothes."
Eira's lips twitched in frustration "You just want an excuse to touch him? Don't you?"
Florence didn't deny it.
