"You... you... get out, you pervert!" The girl's face bore a furious blush, her slightly chubby oval face with pouting lips looked so cute.
Her eyelashes were very dense.
Pearl-like teardrops hung on her fan-like curled lashes, fluttering like feathers, unwittingly sweeping across David Redington's slightly stunned deep eyes.
"I... I'm sorry, I didn't realize..." David Redington was also startled by the child.
He motioned to pull the curtain and leave.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, "Leslie, why haven't you come out yet? I'm coming in..."
David Redington's gaze paused.
Even he, who was usually unflappable, was caught off guard by the situation at hand.
"You, come in quickly..." The porcelain-like hand suddenly grasped David Redington's hand.
Next, he was dragged into the changing room by the still somewhat immature-looking girl.
The changing room was a temporary setup, barely big enough for one person to stand.
