There was silence in the apartment surrounded by the peaceful luxury of a Saturday morning.
Slowly, Annabel awoke to soft, diffused light coming through her curtains. She stretched her muscles, still slightly tense from the previous night.
The man downstairs was her first thought. She rolled out of bed and stepped onto the cool familiar floor.
She wore jeans and a basic t-shirt and she pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail.
At the top of the stairs, she stopped and inhaled deeply. She went down the short set of stairs.
She was greeted by the heady aroma of sizzling bacon and coffee. She went to the kitchen and found Fred. As usual.
Standing by the stove, he was flipping pancakes with a deliberate practiced motion.
He had dark sweatpants and a gray hoodie on and his hair w
