When they arrived outside her door, Fallon just took her hand and gave it a small squeeze before releasing her to say, “I shall see you at last meal.”
“Okay,” she said. “Oh, wait!” As he turned back around she dodged into her room, returning a few seconds later to hand him something white.
“My shirt,” he said, confused. Those dark brows furrowing as he looked at her questioningly.
“Yeah, the dress I was wearing was just a little too worse for wear and I needed something to cover up with,” she explained. Suddenly feeling a little embarrassed at having taken the liberty to go through his things without his knowledge. She rushed on to say, “I hope that was okay.”
“No, it’s fine.” He smiled reassuringly at her.
She shyly returned the smile.
“I’ll see you later,” he said, turning to walk away, shirt in hand.