217 Yin and Yang

I opened the package carefully so nothing falls off of it. The way that waitress had addressed it, I assumed there was more than one set of clothes. I placed it on the cleaner side of the counter and checked through it. The clothes were carefully placed in pairs. 

The first was a warm, body fit, one-piece, which would easily reach my knees. It looked up to my taste, but I didn't think this was the time to flaunt something which I will have to take care of if a fight broke out. With Hailey around, that was a sure certainty. Next was a pair of white joggers and a sleeveless black turtleneck. It was so simple, yet looked so rich. I was surprised Fang actually understood I needed turtle necks so badly because of the mark he left on me. It was things like these that made me always question his bad side. But I should know better that Fang was always going to be Fang.