"Finally!" I heard her stated in relief when I entered the kitchen. I'm still busy drying my hair using a towel, I just also finished taking a shower and I headed straight here to cook my breakfast meal.
"Did you waited for me?"
"Of course!" She pouted and then climbed through the table from the chair she's sitting at.
"Can you please come down? that's a freaking table you shouldn't be sitting on top of it--"
"But I love climbing and sitting on tables!" She interrupted as she crossed her arms around her chest.
I was just supposed to scold her again but I just found myself staring at her and wondering on myself about, why? why did I suddenly remembered someone because of what she did? it feels like, it feels like I have someone I know who also does that hobby oftenly. But, who is it?
