"What's with these shirt designers? Can't they just make the second button a little higher?"
She muttered, rebuttoning the button she had just undone.
Taking a deep breath, Memoria shuffled in her slippers towards the door. The cold air in the hallway was blasting, and as soon as her bare legs hit the cold air rushing in from outside, goosebumps sprung up all over.
Looking down at her legs covered in tiny goosebumps, she sniffled and quickly turned back, grabbing a bathrobe to drape over herself.
Rushing into the restroom, Memoria glanced at herself in the mirror again.
Her long hair was slightly damp and messily draped over her shoulders. The bathrobe covered her shirt and everything else, leaving only her two smooth calves exposed.
Squeezing her fingers on the lapel of the bathrobe, Memoria gritted her teeth and yanked the bathrobe open, steeling herself as she headed downstairs.
As soon as she stepped out, she sneezed.
Damn it, who set the air conditioning so low!
