The sun had barely begun to peek through the curtains as Catalina slowly opened her eyes, feeling the warmth of the morning rays on her face. Stretching her limbs, she yawned and rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to her. As she swung her feet out of bed, she could hear faint noises drifting up from downstairs.
“Pedro must be up and about already, what time is it, does he even sleep?” she muttered to herself as she picked up her phone to look at the time. It was 8 am. She put on her robe and made her downstairs to see what Pedro was up to.
Catalina made her way down the stairs cautiously, careful not to make too much noise. To her surprise, she found Pedro sitting in the kitchen, a cup of untouched coffee in his hand. Curiosity sparked within her, and
