I’m neither disappointed or pleased, shocked nor repulsed. I see a very plain girl, scrambling eggs. She is asian, has shoulder length black hair, black eyes, small nose, cute freckles, skinny body overall and a small chest, about a B cup. She looks up as I take off my covers and smiles, very shyly. What the hell did I do, I ask myself under my breath, knowing the answer. “I hope you like cheese on your eggs! I made pancakes too!” she said, ecstatically. Who is this girl and why is she cooking my stuff, I thought. I sighed. I remember who this is now.

I thought I told myself, ‘Never again. I want nothing to do with Miko.’ As I thought, regret and appetite battled for control for my stomach. She finished the eggs, put them on plates, walked over to me(in my flip flops and long t-shirt, no less), and then straddled me. “Thank you for defending me from Way. He really doesn’t get that it’s really over.”