Law looks down, and for a moment, I swear there’s a look of disappointment on his face, but I dismiss the thought. I must have imagined it. Besides, what’s he got to be disappointed about here? It’s not like Law’s harboring his own secret crush on me. That’s an idea so ridiculous that the fact that Donald Duck wears a towel around his waist when in everyday life he doesn’t wear any pants seems sane and logical compared to what I just came up with.
