"Morning!"
As Carson Flores walked out the door, he bumped into Leah Frost, disheveled with her hair lose, wearing pajamas. Leah was startled for a moment, didn't respond, and quickly scampered back into her room.
Carson found this baffling. After all, she hadn't been without clothes, so why the panic?
When Leah reappeared, she was still wearing pajamas, but her face was now made up and her hair was neatly styled, exuding a lazy yet mature beauty.
"Little Carson, good morning!"
Carson, holding a glass of milk, stared in disbelief, "You ran back in panic just to do your makeup and get dressed?"
