—Because I need answers—
Rachel's POV
"Don't you think I should come with you?" I asked, my back leaning against the wall, arms folded as I watched Lorenzo walk back to the closest.
"I don't think so," he said after pausing for a second to glance through the line of shirts hung inside.
"Why?" I raised a question. "The woman really had to get on my nerves after the rough few weeks I've faced."
"I know baby," his voice came out muffled as he pulled a plain white designer shirt over his head. He smoothened the creases on it, eyes on the mirror as he said. "However that woman is definitely not worth it."
"But you plan to meet up with her," I mused, pushing my weight off the wall, my legs covered in grey sweatpants which I wore beneath a blue tank top, making their way to where he stood. "Hmmm?"
