Send Gilly

“I think Gilly should grab the tea.” You say matter-of-factly.

“Wa wait hold on, why me?” Gilly says pointing at himself.

“Because Iyda was nice enough to cover for you. I doubt that lady would notice anything if you wear your towel out.” Petra says still not keen on leaving the water. Gilly nervously looks to you for reassurance and you nod in approval. Sighing, Gilly stands up and grabs his towel wrapping it around his torso.

“Uh-okay. I can do this.” Gilly lightly slap his face with both hands in an attempt to get pumped up. “Wish me luck!” At this he quickly scurries for the door before exiting into the changing room. Petra sighs in relief as he exits.

“Geeze, I think that guy looks better in a towel than I do!” she says laughing to herself. You politely laugh along but sense she’s not entirely joking.