I glance over my shoulder. She points to her leg.
“I’m injured,” she says.
“What did you do?”
“That’s a secret.”
My brows pull together as I look at her foot. Red painted toes wiggle as I look for signs of trauma. There’s nothing.
“Looks fine to me,” I say.
“Well, it’s not.” She crosses her arms over her chest. “So, if you think I’m doing your laundry, think again, pal.”
I lean against the table again. “I didn’t ask you to do my laundry. I asked if you’d teach me how to do it. Big difference there.”
“Oh. Good point.”
I laugh at the puzzled look on her pretty face. “You’re something else.”
“Why are you here, anyway? I mean, I know you said you were on a trip with your brother, but why are you in Suds N Spins?”
“You’re nosy.”
“You keep talking to me.”
Pulling out the shirts and jeans from my bag, I shrug. “My brother is infatuated with this girl from here. Well, she lives in Chicago but she grew up here. So, he set up a business meeting with a company in Chicago—but really it was an excuse to see her. I’m not an idiot.” I look at her over my shoulder. “Maybe I am because I agreed to come along.”
“Maybe he’s just a good negotiator.”
“He is. That’s true.”
“And maybe you’re a sucker.”
My jaw falls open as a one-syllable laugh spills into the air. “I’m not either.”
“Maybe you are and maybe you aren’t. I don’t know you well enough to judge.”
“Since when has that stopped you from making assumptions?” I tease. Holding up a pair of jeans, I look at her. “So, what do I do with this laundry?”
She opens a piece of gum and pops it in her mouth. The package is offered to me. I wave a hand in the air, turning down the offer, and pick up more of my clothes.
“Put them in a washer,” she says. “But not the third one because it takes almost double the time to wash. Trust me.”
I nod as if she’s just given me the secret to world peace and point to door number two. She gives me a thumbs-up. I open the door and shove my clothes in.
“You should’ve separated them by color,” she tells me.
“It’ll be fine.” I close the door. “Now what?’
“Add soap.?
?
I slow blink.
Soap? I have to bring soap? No one told me that.
Shit.