When Freya woke up the next morning it was quiet, almost shocking the girl as she had half expected to be woken up by her best friend after he had seen her with Kol last night. When she looked to the clock she realized she had slept through her alarm and was late for her first class, causing her to sigh as she fell back into her bed. She ran a hand over her face gently, laying there for a few more minutes before she stood up and walked out of her room.
The smell of coffee greeted her as she walked into the kitchen, her father sitting at the table as he read a book with two cups of coffee sitting beside him. He looked up at Freya as she walked in, smiling as he gestured towards the steaming cup of coffee sitting in front of the chair beside him.
"Morning, dad." The girl murmured as she sat down, grabbing the mug before she took a sip of the liquid.
