Dom stumbled to the bathroom in only his pants, a pile of clothes to change into in his arms. He was never so happy to see a shower as after a long day at the cafe. The smells of food mingled almost sickeningly and clung to his skin. It took time to scrub them off. On some days, depending on what the customers ordered, the smell never came off.

The shower was lovely. He liked his water hot. And by some miracle there was plenty of hot water. He pitied whoever bathed after him, though, because he probably used it all up. His skin was pink and pruney when he stepped out, how attractive. Not that he had anyone to attract. And certainly no one he'd be seeing as he stepped out of the shower.

He was toweling off his hair when there was a knock at the bathroom door.

"Just a minute!" Dom yelled and wrapped the towel around his waist.

He figured someone needed the toilet, so he'd just change in his room instead. He hated to put the dirty, food-smelling pants on top his clean clothes, but he'd suffer for now. He balanced the clothes on one arm and held the towel up with the other.

"Okay, you can have the bathroom," he said, opening the door to Tory. Who stared at him.

"Uh . . . ?"

No, he remembered the towel. He had no idea why Tory was staring at him.