The next day...
At seven in the morning, Phoebe had finished preparing breakfast at the dining table. She sat there, staring at the food she had prepared in the form of soup, crispy fried chicken, and nuggets. The woman wore a pink dress and let her hair just fall apart, occasionally glancing at the white gold watch that was wrapped around her left wrist.
"Why isn't he here at this hour? Could it be that he's still sleeping?" Phoebe asked herself, occasionally glancing at the door in hopes that Travis would come soon.
"Phoebe...."
Alicia entered the dining room carrying a maroon duster, then walked over to Phoebe.
"Hey, have you seen Travis? did you see he was out of the room or not?" Phoebe asked as she stood up.
"Not yet... I haven't seen it since," said Alicia as she took a piece of a chicken nugget and ate it. "Maybe he's still sleeping."
