The ashen-haired, gray-eyed beauty stood there wearing an oversized black shirt over her gray shorts. In her hands were a spatula and the frying pan, in which she stirred the eggs properly before placing them on the stove once more.
Why is she here?
Honestly, there were many motives I could think of. Starting from the fact about her brother to trying to find dirt on her cousins, uncles or even father. There were about 4 or 5 reasons she could be here.
But in the end, I gave up.
After 72 hours of being awake at a conscious level, thinking was becoming a little complex. Simpler tasks were easier, and even physical tasks were doable, but anything that got beyond the mundane would be taxing.
Quite the worst timing she got. Or perhaps the best from her perspective. I sighed before asking,
"What's for breakfast?"
A sudden smile on her face with a darting look in her eyes. She paused her work for a brief second before continuing to stir the fry pan.
