From Trash to Titan
Lia said, finally looking up with a grin.
Cherry stood and measured his inseam next. This part was more awkward. She crouched down in front of him, the tape running up the inside of his leg.
She kept her eyes on the tape, her expression completely neutral. Professional.
But Maxwell noticed the faint pink on her cheeks.
"34 inseam," she said, standing up quickly and stepping back.
Lia smirked but didn't say anything.
"Okay," Cherry said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's the basics. Now we need to see what fits your personality."