Working together

Third Person P.O.V

Curling her brows, Aiden runs her hand through her hair drowsily, her mouth opens wide yawning. She sits straight and brushes the few strands of hair on her face behind her ears, her brows furrow curiously when she feels the texture of material around her palm, bringing her hand to view she examines the bandage tied around her palm with a neat bow. The corners of her lips twitch upwards to a spontaneous smile, untying the bandage she stomps to the washroom.

The crispy golden brown sandwiches pop out, taking it Riley sets the sandwiches on the plate, he then removes the grizzling omelette from the heated pan, the yolk wobbly on the top in a way that when the knife cuts through it the yellow liquid flows out. The other companion which joins the plate are the fried sausages. He sets the plates on the table along with a glass of grape juice. He takes his seat and fixes his gaze to the guest room door. The next minute his gaze averts and he looks away facing the opposit