My name is Rose... Detective Rosalie Anderson, if I want to be formal... The niece of Lieutenant Hank Anderson... An ordinary 26 years old girl who lives in Detroit... I'm a human... The androids' blood isn't the same color as mine, but I feel like...
It was almost seven o'clock when I woke up. The sun was already shining through the curtains, so the time has come to start the day, but as soon as I opened my eyes I fell asleep again.
"Rose..." Connor's whisper broke the silence. "Rose, wake up!"
"Mmmmm..." I groaned in a sleepy voice as I turned over to my other side. I didn't want to leave the soft and warm bed.
"Rose! Come on! Wake up!" he repeated. Although, I didn't want to wake up, but I had to.
"Connor... If you want to wake me up, then why are you whispering?" I asked him with a tiny chuckle as I sat up in the bed and glanced at the clock. 06:48... "Would you like to join me under the shower?"
"Gladly!" he answered with a smile, then adjusted the locks of my hair behind my ear. Seconds later I climbed out of the bed and we went straight to the bathroom with the towels in my hand.
"Before we leave Detroit, remind me to stop by the post office." I said, while I was washing the shampoo out of my hair. "Argh, I'm so sure that I will leave something at home... Is my camera in the suitcase?"
"Yes." Connor reassured me. I had a bad habit of leaving something important at home almost every year. "By the way, while you were sleeping I put the suitcases into the trunk and the gifts on the back seat."
"Thank you, Connor! And now it's time to get dressed and make breakfast. Hank will be here soon." I added as I wrapped the towel around my body and we went back to the bedroom. I quickly got dressed into my warm beige cardigan, then continued my morning routine. Jewelry, makeup and so on... Meanwhile, Connor put a red-black-grey colored shirt and a dark grey jeans on. "Wow..." 'Fuck me...'
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"Is everything alright, my love? You're blushing..." Connor said with a confident smile as he stepped closer to me, then wrapped his arms around my waist. Probably he noticed that my heart rate was increasing. I didn't say anything, instead I kissed him as my lips curled into a smile. Once we went downstairs Connor started making breakfast, while I checked out the letterbox. Usually it was empty, but on that morning there was a red envelope in it.
"We got a letter!" I cried out happily once I returned to the living room.
"We? You mean you and I?" Connor asked with a surprised look as he placed the plates on the dining table.
"Yes... The addressees are Connor and Rosalie Anderson, 1307 Lafayette Avenue, Detroit, USA."
"And the sender?"
"No name, no address... However, according to the stamp, the letter was sent from Canada." I informed him. I opened the envelope, pulled out a letter from it, then we read it together.
