A stalker was what she just needed.
She woke up refreshed. Warmth and light came from an open window, she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and held back a yawn. She sat up, and the first thing she sees is the annoying brunet of a guy.
“Good morning princess.” The man rested on one of the couches, a cup of steaming hot chocolate in his hands. The center table showed a tray with half eaten blueberry muffins and pancakes with too much syrup. His blue sweater was sprinkled with what seemed to be sugar dust, so were his leggings.
“Daniel.” Her voice edged as her gazed locked on him.
“Hmm?” he lifted a brow, as if registering her presence just now.
“You’re eating my complimentary breakfast.” She threw a pillow at him, it flew past his head and hit a vase, which didn't shatter at impact but
