“I'm not here to show off my body. I'm here to work.” She crosses her arms over her chest, tipping her head at me. “What are you here to do?” Not blushing, she's enraged. Grabbing the hem of my sweatshirt, I pull it up and off with two hands, messing up my overgrown hair. Standing before her in only a pair of joggers, I tip my head lightly. “Both.”
