11-07-2014, 01:13 PM
Aurora woke a few hours later. She'd specifically set an alarm to do so, she stretched her and yawned and really could use a few more hours of sleep, but today maybe today would be different.
She doubted it really, but optimism was key to making the next day count. Who knew what was going to happen. If that plane crash had done anything for her, it was to remind her that everyday counted, and to make the most of it. Cause tomorrow, it never comes.
Aurora walked out of her bedroom and saw both men were sleeping. Pyotr couldn't be comfortable. But breakfast that was in order. She'd cooked for John only days before, now she was cooking for two more strangers. She smiled at the thought, her mother would have freaked out. But for some strange reason she felt that reaction was unfair, but she couldn't remember why.
As she pulled out the eggs and the bacon and started a fresh pot of coffee, she heard a new voice, she could only assume it was Bas. Aurora stuck her head out of the kitchen doorway. "You are in my apartment, sleeping off whatever god forsaken drug you had last night. Throwing fireballs at parked cars can't be your day job."
She grinned at him, "I'm fixing breakfast."
She stepped back into the kitchen and started preparing what would consist of breakfast, the only truly left out thing was a pot of grits, but like the cubed steak she'd wanted at the shop she would have to import it, polenta just wouldn't cut it.
She doubted it really, but optimism was key to making the next day count. Who knew what was going to happen. If that plane crash had done anything for her, it was to remind her that everyday counted, and to make the most of it. Cause tomorrow, it never comes.
Aurora walked out of her bedroom and saw both men were sleeping. Pyotr couldn't be comfortable. But breakfast that was in order. She'd cooked for John only days before, now she was cooking for two more strangers. She smiled at the thought, her mother would have freaked out. But for some strange reason she felt that reaction was unfair, but she couldn't remember why.
As she pulled out the eggs and the bacon and started a fresh pot of coffee, she heard a new voice, she could only assume it was Bas. Aurora stuck her head out of the kitchen doorway. "You are in my apartment, sleeping off whatever god forsaken drug you had last night. Throwing fireballs at parked cars can't be your day job."
She grinned at him, "I'm fixing breakfast."
She stepped back into the kitchen and started preparing what would consist of breakfast, the only truly left out thing was a pot of grits, but like the cubed steak she'd wanted at the shop she would have to import it, polenta just wouldn't cut it.