GROAN WAS THE VERY FIRST THING Tonya did upon waking up with a bad headache.
Shutting her eyes tight, she parted her lips to breathe, hoping for the pain to lessen a bit. That was when the thick scent of something getting brewed hit her senses like a slapping morning call.
'B-Brewed?' Her eyes immediately fluttered in horror. Then even before she could recognize where she was, her back sprang out of the soft bed as if her skin got burned by the cushion. Her mind was screaming words inlined with -- americano, macchiato, and espresso. 'Oh my God! D-Did I leave the coffee machine on--'
"Fancy Morning." She stiffened when an unfamiliar voice greeted her. She was still baffled when morning light flooded the room and forced her hunting eyes to squint. It took her almost half a minute to gain
