The door opened as he was lost in thought, gazing downward. "Like....oh, my god, Abby....can't you knock?" He said, shrilly.
"Couldn't you just lock the door?" Abby retorted.
Ethan quickly pulled up his panties. "What do you want?"
"I'm ordering in for dinner, what do you want?" She said.
"Grilled chicken salad," he said.
"Fine...and...maybe you could stop fooling around long enough to help me out," she said pulling open his closet.
"Da---Abby....!" Ethan said, upset at the sudden invasion of his privacy yet again. "You can't just like...look through my stuff whenever you want."
"I can if its the only thing that fits me. My shoes are gigantic all of the sudden," she complained. "I can't go out without something that fits."
He sighed. "Whatever."
