“Cut me some slack, will you?" Barlow retorted, "The mall's not open, I had to hunt for those at a grocery store

Karina made a face. The last thing she wanted was to wear something that screamed "outdated."

But since her own clothes were trashed, she didn't have much of a choice.

"Fine." After getting dressed, she climbed out of bed.

Barlow, turning around and catching her distasteful expression, stroked his chin thoughtfully.