Andrew’s pov
She just rested her head on my shoulders without saying anything.
This isn’t like her.
I was expecting a snappy comeback.
After some time, she moved, got off my lap, and looked at me.
“Since you are already here, would you like to have breakfast with me?” she asked me.
I looked at her, confused.
She is just going to let me go?
No, I expected her to have some ace up her sleeve.
She walked into her closet and then came back with a shirt.
“I think that will fit you. Can you go and wait for me downstairs? It won’t be hard to find the kitchen,” she said, and I looked at her.
She is weirdly calm. I expected her to have some kind of reaction.
Is she playing with me?
Well, it doesn’t matter if she is playing me or not.
I will use this time to look around her hom
