The next morning, Bree was woken up to the palatable smell of fried turkey. The guard having a crush on her, took it upon himself to deliver the food in the most captivating manner; He tried to quietly open the metal door, but his endeavors were vain because, naturally, metal doors would produce a sound when opened, he also gently proceeded to tap her awake, planning to enjoy the view before she woke up.
However, Bree ruined his plans. Before he could touch her, her eyes sprung open like a ghost haunting the living. She bothered not to stretch but immediately sat up straight, gently hugging the duvet Ricardo gifted her to her chest for warmth.
"Are you cold?" Mr. Crush asked lovingly.
"Yea" Bree replied.
"I can bring you hot water," he offered.
"Don't worry, my problem is mostly the floor" she tapped the ground "it's as hard as fuck, I'm gonna try asking him for a bed."
