One Spicy Morning

Nadia opened her eyes to the pounding pain in her head. She groaned shifting in the bed and reached out for her bedside table for her phone. It was still early, she had enough time to get ready for work and leisurely have breakfast.

Sitting up, she rummaged through her drawer until she found her glasses. Although she rarely needed them unless she was working, but she found out that she usually has a much easier time with them when she was dealing with a hangover.

Looking to the side she noticed the medicine bottle and the water pitcher at the side table and sighed. Dean probably put them there before leaving. She was going to have to talk to him, she had no way how she was going to face him today though.

Making her way toward the kitchen, she tied her hair up in a bun ready to tackle her task when she was assaulted by a fragrant smell. Coffee…

“Morning, I heard you waking up so I thought you’d want coffee,”

And the one making the coffee wearing an apron in her kitchen looking like