In Ryan's penthouse that morning, Flora stirred awake to the view of the morning sun rays streaming through her wide windows. She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and then took her time to appreciate the splendid view of the large waterbody from the height she was on.
"I could get used to this," she said to herself and got down from the bed to the bathroom to take care of her morning needs.
When she stepped out of the room about half an hour later, she was greeted with the scent of freshly brewed coffee and toast.
She smiled and walked downstairs to find Ryan in the state she had come to love; without glasses and in a simple pair of trousers and a t-shirt.
"I could really get used to this view each morning," she whispered, and Ryan chuckled. Realizing that she had said that out loud again, Flora blushed.
