'Ohh god, I love this scent,' Mrs. Tilly breathed in the pleasant scent of the coffee brewing in her coffee maker, the hum calming her.
She had just woken up, and it appeared her husband had gone jogging with the dog. The house was finally peaceful; unfortunately, that peace was quickly disturbed by an angry foreign voice.
Curious at the source of that muffled sound, she moved to the window and parted the new living room blindes with her finger, her brows raised at the sight before her.
A derelict taxi was parked at the curb of her neighbor's house, causing her to narrow her eyes, 'It's the fucking King family again,' she thought as she observed.
The driver, and the source of all the noise was a thick-necked man with a scrunched face, by his accent, one could tell that he was... unfamiliar, and he used that unfamiliar tone to yell at the top of his voice, his gaze upward.
