Claire Green stepped out of the bathroom after her shower and noticed the latest message on her phone screen, her crimson lips curling into a smile.
A smart person.
She casually tossed the phone aside, intending to open her laptop, but as her hand touched it, she suddenly remembered something a man had said and returned to the bathroom.
Quickly.
The sound of a hairdryer echoed from the bathroom.
Once her hair was dry, the girl leisurely strolled out.
Her slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, the screen's faint glow reflecting the girl's changing expression, and suddenly, a soft laugh escaped her lips.
Claire Green propped her chin up, watching the rapidly refreshing messages on the screen with interest.
[Drake White: Sis, you finally deigned to come online. Don't blame me for missing your birthday; honestly, I just can't stand Julian Sia.]
Ever since Drake White found out J was a girl, his address for her had switched from "brother" to "sis."
