What makes an idiot
Before Devonte could say a word, she made a beeline for his bedroom to use his ensuite bathroom. She waited a few minutes and was certain that he had bought the act so she looked around the room. He had a cabinet where he kept his first aid kit and medical supplies. When she checked, there were indeed new bottles of pills that she was certain needed a prescription. She opened them and picked a pill from each, which she slid into her purse when she got back to the living room under the pretense of taking out her phone. A sigh of relief left her lips when he didn't notice anything.
"Are you sure you really don't need help cleaning the house?" She asked to break the awkward silence.
"If you want it spotless, it will be in an hour or two." He promised.
"That's not what I meant but okay." She stood to leave. "I'll see you when I can prove what I said earlier."