"Why did you not describe your one-piece to me?" Akler asked.
"Because I didn't really think about it." I answered.
"Okay. So can you describe your one-piece to me?"
"Okay. Well, my one-piece is white and it is round-neck. It is midi length."
"What about your shoes?"
"My shoes are round flats and they are black."
"Okay."
I think Akler is analyzing me.
"I am analyzing you."
That was coincidential...
"Eh, what a coincidence."
"..."
"..."
That was weird...
"Eh, not really..."
"What?"
"Not really weird..." "..."
"How did you copy my thoughts?"
"Eh? I didn't."
I am weirded right now.
"Hey, I'm analyzing you. By the way."
"Okay. Gee..."
"Okay, gee, your outfit is not so fun, eh?"
"I said it's easy."
"What's easy is not fun, eh?"
"I just wore it because it's easy and I don't feel the need to pick in detail."
"From tomorrow, you will. You will take your time."
"Okay. But why?"
"Because I said so."
"That's just weird."
"No it's not."
"Why?"
"Because your outfit is boring."
"What?"
"But you're not a boring woman. So I got confused."
"Okay. I will do that from tomorrow."
"Do what? Get confused?"
"No, I will take my time in choosing my outfit from tomorrow."
"Okay."
"You know," Akler spoke, "your outfit wouldn't be so boring if you color coordinate with more fun colors."
"Oh, okay..."
"I spoke,"
"Okay."
"Okay, I spoke. Your outfit needs more color."
"Like vibrancy?"
"Yep, like vibrancy."
"Okay, which color?"
"Pink."
