The next morning, Eve sat on the living room couch.
She wore her fuzzy blue pajama set. It had a pattern of cute white rabbits. Feet up on the tan cushion, she rested a bowl of cereal on one knee. The sun peeked behind the yellow curtains. Nothing played on tv.
It was a quiet Sunday.
Andie entered the doorway. She tied her dirty blonde hair in her signature messy bun. Unlike Eve, she wore a gray tank top with a pair of yoga pants. Her hands carried a tray of breakfast food. It contained two steaming mugs of coffee, a basket of breadsticks and a saucer of butter.
Instead of breakfast, it was more like an after breakfast snack.
"Still worried?" She asked, setting the tray on the coffee table. She plopped herself on the couch and bit on a breadstick. "You know nothing good is going to happen if you keep worrying, right?"
