The sun began to soar, its rays penetrated the gap in the window that was slightly ajar when hit by the wind that blew. Lucia slowly opened her eyes, her head hurting so much that she felt like she couldn't get out of bed.
When she managed to open her eyes wide, she gasped in surprise when she saw her hand was tightly gripping the sleeping Sam. She almost screamed, but seeing that her hand was gripping Sam tightly, she couldn't do it.
This isn't the first time this has happened, she often does it to Maria. She felt stupid for asking a man out for a drink, he must have really struggled with it—she thought.
Slowly she tried to release her hand, then immediately got out of bed even though her head hurt so badly. When she was about to open the door, it opened first. Maria came with breakfast for her. The woman was surprised when she saw Lucia had woken up from her bed.
"Miss, when did you—"
