"I thought you would go and kill yourself after knowing about your father's death." She heard a voice coming from her window; he was huge enough to block the morning sun.
She hardly raised her head from the desk; she gazed at where she was. "Hell, I fell asleep on the files," Erika thought. She tried to open her eyes, but she still hadn't cleaned her face since yesterday's mess.
"Is there no meaning in your place of privacy? Ah! What time is it now?" Erika asked as she held her head, ignoring his charming, delighted face. She felt a strong headache, so she didn't drink for several days.
She headed to wash her face and change into some other clothes. While he checked on her room, it was in pink with some furniture, so tidy and attractive but too small for the both of them if he one day decided to live with her.
