"My oh my." Wendy giggled, giving Chris a cheeky smile.
Chris didn’t have his glasses, but it was the accent that gave Wendy away. He flustered quickly, and wrapped his towel around his waist.
“W-wendy! Oh, uh, h-how long’ve you been... standing... there...?” He tried weakly, hoping she hadn’t been there long enough to hear his rendition of Mr. Roboto.


















