The next morning, Kara woke up early and decided to make breakfast. She noticed how the kitchen was spotless, every utensil neatly arranged and the fridge was well stocked.
So far, living here wasn't as unbearable as she thought it would be. It was in fact quiet.
She was still cooking when she heard slow, heavy footsteps behind her. She turned around.
Jairo stood there in dark joggers and a black hoodie, his hair slightly messy, his face calm but sharper in the morning light. The casual clothes somehow made him look even more striking.
For a moment, they just looked at each other. Kara's chest tightened slightly before averting her gaze.
"Good morning," he said first, the corner of his lips twitching slightly.
"Morning," she replied, biting her inside lip before recalling something.
