She woke up alone in bed with the only evidence of him being there his scent and the rumpled sheets.
She scowled, somehow he always found a way of making her feel like she was a side piece, a mere office slut.
She hated the fact that she had hoped to wake up in the same bed as him, in his arms and with his blue eyes looking at her with love and adoration in them.
She should have known that her little crush imagines would never come through.
Getting up from the bed she tries her best to fix it up even though the cleaners would do it, she hated to leave things disaranged. After righting the bed she makes her way to the dream like showers, brushing her teeth before making her way to the kitchen.
The noise of utensils clattering and the smell of a good breakfast made her quicken her steps to the kitchen.
