Awaking the next morning, Anny stares at the ceiling, trying to remember what had happened the previous night. Pulling the bed sheet up to her chin, shivering. Within minutes she rolled to her side, and then yanked her phone out of her back pocket. No new messages. Sliding the phone back into its hiding place, Anny get s up and dragged herself to the kitchen. She sat down at the table, Tom looked at her an grinned.
“Eh, Princess Annabella! What shall it be this glorious morning?!” Tom sang
“Shut up, I ain’t no princess gimme coffee and sausage… please.” Anny snapped back, she was in no good mood.
“Yes ma’am.” Tom replied hurriedly rushing to meet her wishes.
A brief ‘thank you’ was said before she chugged down the coffee and vacuumed up her sausage. She went to the bathroom, washed her face and brushed her hair; pulling it up into a ponytail, before wondering off to find Chase.