C81 Shaidor Was Very Enthusiastic

At eight in the morning, Fredia's eyes fluttered open, her body aching as her delicate eyebrows knit together in discomfort. She scanned the room, her heart sinking a bit when she didn't spot Howard.

That jerk.

He doesn't even care.

Hmm?

What's that delicious smell?

It grew stronger and stronger until, suddenly, the rich aroma unfurled her furrowed brows