Matteo woke up because someone was destroying his kitchen. At least that was what it sounded like. He blinked in the bright sunlight and tried to remember what happened last night, when he sat up and saw her.
Aurora didn’t look happy to be here. Her lips pressed together into a tight, straight line, her hands opening and closing cupboards, seemingly making as much noise as possible.
“What’s wrong?” his voice was hoarse from too much alcohol and too little sleep.
Her head turned towards him.
“Coffee.”
It sounded more like a command than a request, and Matteo groaned as he got up from his couch, his body aching after spending the night in a more than uncomfortable position.
He walked towards her and she moved away, giving him space to move around his kitchen and collect the filter an
