Midori was awakened by chirping birds would be the ideal way to put it in this serene setting of a getaway, but they did not do so. She slowly opened her eyes, fluttering her short but voluminous lashes upon hearing noises coming from the wooden wardrobe and drawers.
She suddenly bolted up into a sitting position, her cheerdance-trained core easing the movement for her.
"What are you rummaging so early in the morning for?!" she shouted to the familiar figure amidst the stray clothes and opened cabinets.
Dan nervously scratched the back of his head looking guilty. He still managed to utter a weird lie before Midori blurts out his true agenda. "I was looking for the pair for my socks." He moved again, pretending to search for it.
"And you think it can be found among my belongings?! I don't remember sharing personal maids with you! Why are you even--" She stopped mid-sentence as her eyes grew, maybe the widest they have ever been, when she saw pieces of her underwear on the floor.
"Waaaaaahhh!" she screamed again. She grabbed Dan, who was kneeling by a drawer, on the neck and dragged him as far away from the wardrobe while picking her garments as they go.
When they landed on the space, a hefty distance from the drawers, Midori grabbed him by the collar, glared, then while holding up her garments, interrogated him. "Why did you even touch these?!"
Before any reply can be given, the door swung open, revealing the same female employee from the day before, with two other employees tumbling down from her back. As they take in the scene of confrontation with underwear being waved around like little flags, they did not know how to react.
In actuality, even though Midori was scolding him, Dan had this irritatingly bright smile throughout. However, once the door opened, it was replaced by a gloomy atmosphere as he asked, "Why did you not knock?"
A sudden chill ran along the napes of the employees. They knew that the occupants were a young couple, but the seemingly approachable guy from before felt like he was a powerful tyrant just then.
They helped each other get up from their awkward sandwich stunt, straightened their uniforms and humbly bowed.
The female employee from before was the first to speak. "Please excuse our sudden intrusion early this morning, Sir. We did not mean to...interrupt your activities, and we did knock a few times. We were prompted again by the scream of a woman, and because no one answered the door and loud noises were still heard, we opted to open it ourselves, thinking there might be an emergency." she explained almost all in a breath.
The other employee quickly added, "We truly apologize sir! Uhm...carry on." They all bowed, turned, exited gracefully, locking the door behind them from the inside.
Midori sighed heavily, retreating from Dan. As she did, he also moved his legs and their feet caught up in a tangle, rendering her balance off as she tried to stand. This made her fall backwards with flapping arms like in slapstick comedies. Dan hurriedly moved his torso and arms forward to catch her.
Sfx: Thud!
They fell on the floor in such a way that Dan was on top of Midori, their faces almost touching each other, as he was cradling her head and neck area with his hands and forearms, while her arms embracing his waist. Within this chaotic position, his little buddy was at it again. He was sweating and praying hard for her not to notice as the distance of the area were only the millimeters provided by their clothes.
Midori opened her eyes again after shutting them as she braced for impact. Her brows furrowed and mouth slightly gaping, as she noticed that the distance between their lips can barely accommodate the width of an exam-grade pencil. If they move sideways, their noses will come in contact and a wrong move--or is it?--will end with a kiss. She cannot even breathe properly, afraid that the rising of her chest will also diminish this awkward distance.
Dan managed to prop himself up with his knees, one flexed between her knees, safely providing distance for his little buddy. Then, leaving an arm for her head and neck, he also moved an elbow to prop up his face away from hers. As if on cue, he flashed his smile, teasing her blushing face.
He thought, 'Will this be our every morning when we're married?' He chuckled, maintaining his stare on her face.
"What else do you need before you get off of me?" Midori was annoyed as he was dazed looking at her.
He raised his brows, then leaned in for a peck on the lips. As he was getting up, we said, "Done!"
He walked away smiling as her replaced his clothes into the wardrobe.