Layla's POV
I bought a copy of the magazine Tyler showed me. When I got home, I did my best to clean the entire apartment, and when I was done, the place looked extremely different than when I had walked in.
I looked around the spotless apartment with a satisfied and proud smile on my face. I was exhausted, but it was nice to see the effort of my work.
I plopped down on the clean couch with a satisfied sigh, leaned my head back, and shut my eyes. I sat there for a few minutes, taking a much-needed break after cleaning.
I had cleaned nonstop for five hours. As I sat there, I sniffed the air and caught a whiff of something burning. Immediately, I sprung up and ran to the kitchen where I was making noodles.
I decided to go with something simple since I was already exhausted.
