Soon time passed and night came. Alphonse woke up from his slumber, only to realize he had fallen asleep through the movie.
He was tired from work but didn’t tell her and it took its toll on him. Yawning, he extended his arms to stretch and sat up, running his hand in his hair, making them messy.
He got out, freshened up, and checked the time. It was nine o’clock. He didn’t realize, when he fell asleep, what initiated it in the first place.
He didn't want to face Aurelia, thinking she might be angry that he fell asleep after her struggles of dragging him out of the studies.
Walking out, he searched for her, hoping to apologize.
“Where’s Aurelia?” He asked Linda who was picking the dishes.
“She is painting.” Linda replied. He hummed as she continued her work.
Sighing, Alphonse wen
