"Riya's point of view,"
Harsh's words jolted me awake.
Riya, it's 10:00 a.m., get up.
It's Sunday, man.
Allow me to sleep.
Turning away, I whispered.
Have you forgotten about it?
Today we had to go shopping.
He tried to jolt me out of my slumber, reminding me once more.
I rubbed my eyes and replied, "Yes, I remember."
I fixed my gaze on him. He is already ready and about to go.
"Can you tell me where you're going?" I stared at him, perplexed, and asked a question.
I'm not sure what kind of inquiry this is.
We had to go shopping. He added with a smirk.
"Yes," I teased, "but you're already dressed."
He teased me even more when he said, "I got up early in the morning, so yes." I don't stay up as late as you do. I'm a noble boy. "
"Good thing," I said as I got out of bed, "go make breakfast now so I can be ready as well."
What's the point of making breakfast? It's not anything I'm concerned about, he replied in a firm tone.
