Myra got out of bed, grabbing her phone.
It was 9 am already.
She chuckled, thinking of those times that she had to wake up around 6.30 am to prepare for work but now, she just lazed around and gets up whenever she likes.
Things have gotten better with her. After several days of shutting the door and refusing to speak with Kevin, she eventually felt better.
Though, Kevin had been so busy and occupied. They only saw at night and most of the time, they would only pass pleasantries.
Kevin came to her room yesterday and they chatted. It made her feel better and open. And happy!
Making her way down to the kitchen, Kevin was seated still dressed in his nightrobe. He snapped his head up from his phone. "Good morning, Myra."
"Why are you still here, Kevin? Aren't you going to work?" She asked in surprise.
"Today's a Saturday." He chuckled.
Myra blushed in embarrassment, she had lost track of time as well.
