“I promise I’m not looking!” Finley shouted as he cracked the door open just enough to yell into the room. “It’s Finn. I’m sorry. You’re sister pointed me in this direction and I was hoping I’d catch you before you left….I mean, not naked. I just, uh, I need a favor. Some help actually. Are you busy tonight?”
Abra quickly, instinctively pulled her shirt to her bare chest as she heard Finley’s voice. “This is a girls locker room!” She exclaimed dramatically, feeling her cheeks grow red at the thought that he might have seen something without her knowing. “What can I help you with?” She asked in a small voice. “and can you wait outside til I get dressed?”










