God, when is that landlord of mine going to fix my washer? You sighed annoyingly as you dragged your dirty basket of clothes to a nearby laundromat. There was about two or three people, when you got inside, so thank God it's not too crowded.

There were many available washers, so you didn't have a hard time choosing one. As you were loading up the washer, you noticed a tall muscular guy behind you, leaning against a dryer, while listening to some music on his headphones. Most likely waiting for his clothes to finish. But what really caught your eye, is his blue jersey shirt that says, 'Big Tiddie Gang', in bold print. Which made you snort to be honest.

And what really made it ironic, was that someone left their unattended bra on the folding table. That you couldn't help but say something. "Is that yours?" You asked out loud.

"Huh?" The guy pulled out one of his headphones, to hear you repeat your question again.

"Is that yours?" Nods towards the unattended bra, with your arms crossed and a amused look on your face.

The guy looked where you were pointing at, and let out a snort himself. "I don't know, let me see," he picked up the bra, examining it, before placing it on top of his chest, humming as he goes along with your banter. "Nah it's not mine. I'm usually a double D cup, and this is a C cup. Plus, my bras always clasp from the front."