Silly Cone
"Can I come in?" Gael asked as he knocked and peered through the crack of Angela's room. He waited for her response before entering.
"Yeah, come on in. I'll be out in a minute. Just drying my hair," Angela yelled from the bathroom.
"Okay." He wandered inside the room and saw the closed bathroom door. Angela had taken a shower after eating while he'd had to get some work done in his office. He was already dressed in his usual dark pants and black shirt with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows.
While waiting for her to finish, he began snooping into her stuff that's scattered on the dresser. Most weren't things he hadn't seen before—makeup, hair products, lots of skincare, perfume. Gael decided to chat while she was still in the bathroom. "I was just on the phone with Gio. He'll be out with some friends tonight to The Knick."
The bathroom door opened a little and she asked, "What's that?"