"You're up early, my friend." Devon rolled around the soft blanket as it cozied her up. It was too soft and warm, perfect for the temperature of the room.
Upon hearing her, Lewis snapped back to his senses. Instinctively, he sprung up to his feet.
"Huh?" Devon paused, raising her brows as she gazed at him.
In her eyes, he seemed a little flustered again… or just uncomfortable. Either way, Devon didn't jump to a conclusion.
Lewis held his nape, clearing his throat while avoiding her gaze.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, casting her a brief glance.
Devon furrowed her brows. But her mind pondered over his question.
"Hmm… yes!"
"I'll make breakfast then." Lewis nodded as he immediately walked away; without waiting for her to speak further. More like escaping.
Devon tilted her head as she watched him shut the door closed. Her lips pressed together, thrusting her lower lip forward.
"He seemed restless. I wonder why…?" She murmured but didn't dwell on it.
