introduction

;Wake up;:Chapter:7:

Un woke up.

Her eyes half open with her fro flattened on all sides and angles.

No bonnet.

A headache pounded.

Typical in any story.

Its always after a stupid amount of drinks.

Un looked at a (non existing camera).

Breaking the third wall.

She mouths ( to no one).

Anyways, sun shined through the windows facing the bed.

Bed.

Bed.

B.E.D.

sun shone through the window facing the bed.

The bed she was in.

The bed thats not hers.

Jumping out of the bed with a shriek.

And again at the strange man with a glistening body covered in sweat and long denim jeans tight on his thighs and red skates in his hands and oldened radio.

Walking in the room from a door that shone stronger sun light and heat.

Eyes wide.

They both stared at each other in silence and pants.

Moving onto the wall with her legs wrapped around in her arms.

Un just looked.

Fri noticing dropped the things in his hands and ran over.

"Its not what it looks like!?!"

Un tucked deeper in her legs and her knees on her bridge of her nose.

"You got so drunk,so I brought you to my home no one came for you for hours"

He said calming down with a friendly smile.

It eased the tension.

Still not moving or speaking anything Un stared at him with narrow eyes.

Her alomand eyes looked like glittery glasses of champagne in the natural light.

He was in awe.

Who was she?

Minutes went by.

Still she stared.

Standing there, Fri looked behind him and back at her, confused.

"I-I-I will make breakfast and tell you the rest"

He presumed walking to the kitchen still shirtless.

Eleven minutes before.

On the roof, Fri danced.

Legs like jelly ,they glided to the rhythm of the record.

The beige and green radio blasted.

I wanna get to know ya~

(I wanna get to know ya~)

Oh my oh my my~

Your hair in the wind and your skin glistening ~

His body sweaty with stress easing off .

He couldn't sleep.

With Un in his house ,with any minute she could wake.

It kept him  awake.

Concentration in his features.

He moved to the 70's like beat,perfecting ever move effortlessly.

Strut walking ,he danced and smiled listening to the lyrics of the song and thinking of Un.

That's when he heard it.

A scream.

Falling on his bum and kicking his skates off and turning off and grabbing the radio he walked down back to his apartment room.

There Un,staring him.

But he forgot one thing.

His shirt.

Laying on the hot summer heat roof ground.

Now its ready.

Flipping the pancakes and eggs on a clean plate while Un watched him.

"Its ready!" He told her while putting the sizzling pan in the cold water of the sink.

"I didn't know what you would like, so...?"

He said chuckling.

Give her the plate of food.

It sounded like he was talking to himself but he tried to ease the mood.

It was bright and busy as always.

Buses picked and dropped people off.

Late or early, people rushed either way.

Out the window it was a routine.

It was his day off.

But not his normal day off.

Or routine.

Coming to eat with caution.

She sat and ate.

It was delicious.

A friendly smile greeted her as she looked up.

But really in Fri's mind was him contemplating to ask about the files in her phone.

No time to wait for what if.

"So I was wandering,what are those files in your phone?"

It was quiet like last night but not them sleeping.