Why Are You Still Here

He must have left. Lucille sensed relief washing over her as she began to reach for her hairdryer. However, just before she touched it, a pair of hands swept past her. Joseph's low, pleasant voice echoed from above her: "Allow me." Lucille gritted her teeth. She snapped. "For the love of God, Joseph, why are you still here?" "Ouch." Joseph mimed being in pain. She sounded just like a cold-blooded woman who was throwing away a thing after it had outlived its usefulness. He made her sit by wrapping his arms around her shoulders. He then proceeded to switch on the hairdryer, moving his slender fingers gently across her scalp, blow-drying her hair with careful precision. Unable to resist, Lucille decided to enjoy his attentiveness. She must admit, it felt quite comfortable. She yawned. The damp air in the water prison during her imprisonment, coupled with her lack of sleep, made her incredibly tired at the moment. Gradually, she drifted off to sleep. Joseph turned off the hairdryer, bent d