Minutes passed, and Zarina and Draymond were seated on the couch in a silent staring match. The rhythmic tick-tock of the clock on the wall was the only sound in the room.
Deep in thought, Zarina pondered over what clothes to wear tomorrow. It was unusual for her to be conscious of her appearance in someone else's eyes. With a plethora of dresses at home, she usually opted for vintage trousers with a coat or a simple pair of t-shirts and jeans. She couldn't quite figure out why a sudden change had come over her, making her more mindful of her dress code.