Nervous Laughter
He knows he's done for the moment he sees her.
Wrapped in a towel, apologizing for walking in on him in the kitchen, flushed and embarrassed, hair a mess of curls, he's frozen.
"S'okay," he says, smiling, laughing really, at the sight of this flustered girl. His lips keep twitching, a nervous habit, and the laughs just keep coming. This girl will hate him by the end of the night, he worries.
She manages a weak nod and makes a direct beeline to what he guesses is her room.
"What's so funny, man?" asks Mitch, coming back from getting his jacket.
"I think I just embarrassed your sister," he answers, trying so hard not to burst out laughing, again.
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