Back in his dorm room, Liam stepped out of the washroom, faint steam still rolling off his body as he dragged a towel through his damp hair, drying it just enough to keep it from dripping. His movements were unhurried, controlled, as he crossed the room. The space was brightly lit, the afternoon sun pouring in through the windows in long, golden beams that stretched across the floor and up the walls.
Reaching his wardrobe, Liam let the towel fall onto his bed before pulling the doors open. He scanned briefly, then picked out a simple shirt to go with the pants he already wore. As he slipped it on and began fastening the buttons, his expression remained as calm and unreadable as ever.
"Hey there, Mabel," he said evenly, not turning his head.
