Neighbor Raid and Morning Sweets
The morning after the girls’ invasion, Selin woke to an empty, disheveled apartment. Empty wine glasses, scattered pillows, and in the middle of the living room, Hande was still sleeping in a star position. “They’ve taken over your house,” Murat said from the balcony door. “They’re my friends. This is what friends do.” “Friends who don’t know I’m watching them drool on your couch.” Selin threw a pillow at where she sensed him. It passed through and hit the wall. “You survived. Barely.” “That Pelin has a very distracting tattoo.” “Murat!” “I’m dead, not blind.” Despite herself, Selin laughed. The sound woke Hande, who groaned and pulled a pillow over her face. “What time is it?” Hande mumbled. “Too early for you, too late for me,” Selin said, heading to the kitchen. “Coffee?” “IV
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