"Sorry, Noah… I got my period," Natasha said, her face filled with embarrassment and guilt.
"What…?!"
Noah dropped onto the bed and burst out laughing.
His excitement from earlier quickly faded, and after a moment, his laughter finally died down.
Noah got dressed again, putting on his T-shirt and basketball shorts. He then picked up Natasha's shorts and camisole, which were scattered across the floor, and handed them to her while she was still standing behind the bathroom door.
Natasha was slightly surprised by his reaction. She had expected Noah to be upset or disappointed.
She never imagined that he would simply laugh about it.
She took her clothes from him, closed the bathroom door, and changed inside.
After getting dressed, Natasha walked over to her suitcase and began rummaging through it.
"What are you looking for?" Noah asked curiously.
"Pads. Whenever my period is due, I usually carry some with me. But I can't find any."
