RIVER
Finally, it was a new week, and I felt much better; everything that Taylor had done that seemed over the top had eventually paid off. I was going to run off in the morning to avoid Taylor, but I felt bad since he had gone home to get a car.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Tyalor is standing by his open door. I watch him close the door and step out. He is wearing a nice pair of black trousers and a basic shirt with a jacket right on it, yet it makes him look like he put in some kind of extra effort.
Maybe his hair? I turn and pick the box of cereals in the cupboard, tending to the bowl I have set on the kitchen counter as I begin to pour some. I want to ask him to stop calling me 'sweetheart', but that bit was already getting old, and I did kind of enjoy it. Why was I being a hypocrite
