Kristopher Steele

Nora sauntered towards the door sleepily, her eyes half-closed, and opened the door.

The person at the other sized her up in disdain.

She was dressed in her pajamas, her hair all messed up, and still half asleep. 

The person was rather familiar with her and had expected her to be something like this. 

Sure enough, Nora never disappointed him. 

He stretched out his hand and rubbed her head forcefully. “Wake up, you sleepyhead.” 

Nora saw stars after being moved in this way but froze when she heard the voice. 

She slapped the hand that was still messing with her hair and covered her mouth in shock. “No way.” She murmured.

She rubbed her eyes vigorously to make sure she wasn’t seeing things right. 

The man shook his head and did not humor her. 

He purposefully bumped into her shoulder and welcomed himself, rolling his luggage inside.

He made