Third Person's POV
Gray wakes up with the incessant ringing of his cellphone. He remembered that he put it on the side table and groped it there. When he finds what he is looking for, he immediately turns it off so that no one can call him again. Suddenly, he remembered something. He has a shooting today and his call time is early. He strained to open his eyes properly and glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. It's already seven o'clock in the morning. He slapped his hand on the bed in frustration, as he dropped his hand he remembered one more thing. Zaida is not in his bed anymore.
"F*ck! She left again without informing me."
He knows that, what happened to them last night is real and he's not dreaming.
Lumabas siya ng kanyang silid at dumiretso sa kitchen para maghanap ng makaka
