The sun lazily cast its warm glow through the curtains as I stirred from my slumber on a tranquil Sunday morning. Embracing the luxury of a few extra hours of sleep, I reluctantly untangled myself from the cozy bed. My hands instinctively reached up to gather my unruly hair into a messy bun as I prepared to face the day. Dressed in comfortable pajamas, I ambled towards the common area, curious about the conversation I had overheard between Carl and Murphy.
As I approached, it seemed Murphy had already bid his farewells and left the apartment. "Why did he come here?" I asked Carl, my curiosity piqued. The sunlight danced gently on his features as he turned to face me, his usual air of mastery and authority lingering in his presence.
"He had some business with me," Carl replied, his voice confident and composed. I couldn't help but notice the hint of satisfaction hidden beneath the surface.
