The morning sunlight pierced through Clara's room, illuminating the space with a warm golden hue. She stirred in her bed, feeling a little worn out from the restless sleep she'd endured. What finally jolted her awake, however, was the persistent honking of a car downstairs.
"Who could that be this early in the morning?" she muttered, dragging herself off the bed to check.
Peering out her window, she spotted Natasha already opening the door to someone. It was Ashley.
"Ashley?" Clara exclaimed in surprise as she descended the stairs.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Ashley greeted her, a teasing grin on his face. "You aren't ready yet?"
"Ashley, it's still early," Clara replied, stifling a yawn.
"Early? Do you want to do this in the afternoon? These kinds of things are normally done in the
