Jamal Kunis POV

The door opened and Methis popped her head from behind the door. She was in only towels and her hair was dishevelled as a bush that has been tossed about by the wind.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“Yes, I am,” she said. “Come on in.”

“Oh no,” I said, trying to be gentlemanly. “Maybe I should let you finish up first.”

“Come on in don’t worry about it,” she assured me. “You have seen it before, you might as well see it again.”

She was flirting now, I thought. I let out a laugh and walked in.

“How is leaving going?” I asked.

“You mean preparation...