He was used to see you with pants, jeans, baggy, usually. But tonight, surprisingly, you were wearing a skirt, and that’s not something he could ignore.

Since welton doesn’t allow girls, you two had to see each other outside, at some open fields, or in the mountains, or in the caves

he was sitting besides you, his hand caressing the grass. He looks you up and down, and with a smirk he’s e said “damn…what’s about that skirt?”