Stepping out of the bathroom, Liam's gaze immediately met Mabel's. She was still in the same spot she had been before he left, leaning subtly near the door as if she had never moved at all. He didn't acknowledge it beyond a brief glance; instead, he set the towel aside, grabbed a plain white long-sleeved shirt from the edge of the bed, and shrugged it on. As he buttoned it up, his eyes drifted toward the small hair tie lying in front of the mirror drawer. The simple thing sat there silently, mocking him with its usefulness.
'Funny how that thing could actually solve my problem right now,' he thought with mounting irritation, 'but of course I can't tie my damn hair no matter how hard I try.'
