After finishing the noodles and paying for the food without drawing any more attention, the two of them walked back toward the suburban housing area. The evening air was starting to feel cold. Ray walked behind Milady, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets while watching the girl's always-straight back.
As soon as the door of that cute-looking house locked from the inside, Ray kicked off his shoes and flopped down on the living room sofa. A pair of big cat plushies got shoved and almost fell to the floor.
"Watch the plushies," Milady warned cold. She walked over to the kitchen table, set her bag down, then pulled something out of a drawer.
"Your sofa's hard as hell too," Ray muttered while stretching his sore back. "I sleeping here?"
"You wanna sleep in my room?" Milady turned around, squinting at Ray.
"Hell no. Sofa's fine," Ray shot back fast.
Milady tossed something at him. Ray reflexively caught it with one hand. When he saw what was in his hand, Ray raised an eyebrow.
