Gray suit

"Samuel's point of view,"

"I want that gray suit."

"Which one?"

She was holding up every gray suit in my closet and staring at me cryptically. She looks too funny in that position.

"Miss Neve, the right one."

"Oh, you want to wear this suit." She let out a relieved sigh.

"No, it's from my right."

Today, I'm in the perfect state of mind to annoy her and make her beg for mercy.

"Oh, you want to wear this suit, right?" She held up the suit with her left hand for me to see.

"Please place your left hand just behind you, Miss Neve."

"What?" She gave me the same confused look once more.

"I've repeatedly warned you not to try to question my orders; just do as I say or face the consequences."

"Sorry, Mr. Oscar," she said, placing her left hand right behind her.

That's good since it will make teasing her more enjoyable now.

"Come to me, Miss Neve, holding the outfit you have left with you."

"What?" She is now bewildered and pleading with me to spare her, which is exactly what I wanted