SonorityNHD509

I wasn’t feeling well that particular morning. Probably the lack of sleep. But what bothered me the most was my head flooded with thoughts. I guess I need another cup of coffee. I was skimming through the daily paper on the corner of the lounge, until my attention turned to a few thumps from the staircase. My heart stopped for a moment when I realized who it was. Tifa woke at her usual time, busying with what seemed like breakfast ingredients and began to hum a tune while mixing the sloppy batter for pancakes. She didn't notice my presence until she came closer to serve the table in front of the lounge. “Oh my goodness,”