214- Sh*it or Po*op!

Marissa was trying hard to suppress the giggles erupting in her throat. 

"it's… it's just a t-shirt, Rafael," how could she convince him, when her heart wasn't convinced?

"I was looking for it, this evening. You get enough salary from MSin. Buy your own shirts, woman," seeing him exasperated was making it funnier.

"Uh? Sorry. They are more comfy," she shrugged and stuck out her tongue.

He looked behind her and turned a little somber, "Hey, Sophie."

Sophie was balancing pizza boxes along with bottles of nonalcoholic drinks, "Hi. How are you handsome?"

"I'm good, beautiful!" Rafael winked, sending a flying kiss in Sophie's direction. She groaned and placed the stuff on the bed.

"Pizza?" she offered him before putting the slice on the plate.

"Nah! I already had dinner," he scratched his head, "You two enjoy!"