Eiden lay there on his bed, asleep, when he was stirred awake by a voice. It was familiar, a voice he instantly recognized. Still half-asleep and disoriented, he furrowed his brows in confusion. Was that Sasha? he thought, sitting up abruptly. Didn't she go home already?
Dragging his half-awake self to the door, he opened it slowly. Standing at the stairs was Sasha, her figure lit softly by the hallway light. She looked up at him, arms crossed, and said casually, "Dinner is ready. Come down."
Eiden blinked, rubbing his eyes as he asked, "I thought you went home?" His voice carried genuine confusion. Sasha tilted her head slightly, smiling. "Why do you think so?" she asked, raising a curious brow.
