Early in the morning, a beautiful summer day greeted Bobby as it jolted him back to consciousness from a cacophony of deafening alarm bells and also the female voice of his AI pod.
"Wakey wakey, sleepyhead! It's already 6:15 am."
"Lucia, shut up! I'm already awake." The lanky youth jumped out of the bed and went rushing to the washroom. As usual, Bobby continued his morning daily routine out of habit; listening to the important highlight news in MBC while freshening himself.
A couple of seven minutes later, Bobby came downstairs in the mess hall with his fancy backpack. The redolent smell of tea and toast assaulted his olfactory nerves, making him hungry.
Bobby saw Margaret preparing toast in a white kitchen gown. She looked at him once, briskly turned her head away, and acted as if she didn't notice him at all.
"Oh, she really knows how to act coy early in the morning," Bobby smirked as he reminded himself in his mind.
