*Sierra*
There was a gentle tapping on my door. I woke up sleepily and looked at my phone. I put it back by my bedside and covered myself again but the knock persisted. It was nine and I just didn’t want to wake up now.
I sighed and tied my robe around myself and went downstairs. I peeped through the peephole and saw a young handsome man standing at the doorway. I unbolted the door and opened it. He took a step back with a sheepish smile on his face.
“I am sorry,” he said apologetically, “I didn’t think you were still asleep. Mom told me you are usually awake by now.”
I may have had a confused look because he said, “My mom is Mrs. Wango.”
Oh so this must be her son. In his hands he held a wicker basket and I could see trails of steam wafting up from the white tea towel covering the ba
