"You often drop something, don't you?" He jokes and hands me the shampoo cap. I feel like I have to blush and I look away. "S-sorry, I thought there was no one in the bathroom." And I want to run away. 'Doesn't matter, I was done anyway and no longer naked. I'm sorry I broke your shampoo bottle. '
"No do not be sorry, that is my own fault." I admit and he laughs. "I'm Ethan by the way." And he reaches out his tattooed hand to me. "My name is Esmee." And I shake his hand. His hand is pleasantly cold from the water. I quickly glance at Ethan through my eyelashes. His hair is wet and some water droplets are dripping from his hair onto the floor. Not only are his neck and hand tattooed, but his entire chest is decorated and I love to see it.

I don't want to be rude so I quickly avert my gaze and try to gently pull my hand out of his grip. But Ethan holds my hand tight. I look at him in his light brown eyes and wonder why he doesn't just let go of me. There is a tingling sensation through my body. "Nice to meet you Esmee." Ethan says. He lets go of my hand and then walks towards the door. Now is my chance. I look at him from head to toe. Esmee, you can't look to him like that. I ignore my thought and keep staring at his muscular, tattooed back. Then he suddenly turns around. "Watch out that no one comes into the bathroom when you're naked." He grins and then opens the door and disappears down the hall.