Yup, plenty to spare.

Turns out that Zelda practically keeps half a wardrobe in the library's staff room, she had excess old clothing for us all to keep, not all of which was actually hers judging by how large some of it was, like the old brown jeans and button up shirt I was handed to try on.

We scurry behind the walls of the break room for some much needed privacy in order to change, I put the clothing on my naked body, and it is the single greatest feeling in the world. Screw whoever said it feels great to not wear pants. Although I would prefer to have underwear to go with those pants, it wasn't like anyone would be able to tell, so I step back through the door, and calmly wait for the others to finish dressing.

Ming Zhao looks more than a little funny, and stifling my chuckles becomes rather difficult; I'd never seen her in an outfit that didn't scream 'distinguished' before, so you could imagine my amusement when she moves out from hiding dressed in baggy, distressed overalls, and a Metallica t-shirt, with those same purple high-heels she somehow managed to keep on throughout this whole fiasco. She seems almost more embarrassed by her ridiculous new outfit than her lack of one earlier, because both of the stately businesswoman's cheeks tint pink when I accidentally do let a snorting laugh escape at her expense.

"Sorry," I say, grinning only slightly, "would you have preferred a Blue Öyster Cult shirt?"

"Actually, I would have..." her gaze drifts gradually onto the ornate clock hanging on the wall above an ancient oak desk, eyes widening when she sees its face, "Whoa! You are off at five right? Shall I give you a ride home?"

"I wouldn't want to bother you, I usually just walk anyway."

"Ahab. You aren't wearing shoes."

Sheepishly, I look down at my bare feet, which are still sore from running, then blush as I meet her sympathetic eyes again, "Ehehehehe... oh yeah. In that case, can we pretend I said; Aw, thank you so much, Ming Zhao, that sounds lovely?"

She chuckles playfully into her hand, before assuring me, "Certainly, Ahab, you're quite welcome." patting me flirtatiously on the ass to guide me out of the staff room, she adds, "besides, I've been impatiently waiting to show off my new car for like, a fortnight."

We give a pithy but not unkind goodbye to a newly re-clothed Zelda as she emerges, adjusting her glasses, and make our journey to wherever it was Ming Zhao parked.

We continue our flirty repartee the whole way over, at last getting the chance to make pleasant conversation in the beautiful garden, and reach her convertible, wait- no, roofless car, sooner than either of us expected. She walks ahead, right up against the fancy automobile and bends down to grope the underside of its glistening purple chassis, pilfering a spare key hidden there, which she uses to unlock it, though not before I see her gesture proudly at it, trying to show off to me; this is one nice car, so I oblige happily, taking a moment to appreciate its vibrant sheen and sleek profile before climbing into the plush passenger seat.

After grabbing a pair of sunglasses from the glovebox, Ming Zhao smirks, checking me out thoroughly, and turns the engine, saying,

"A sexy car, and an even sexier man. I don't know how I could possibly be more delighted."