The next day came as it always did, with the sun rising from the west, which Asher would have some getting used to.
The sunlight filtered through every possible window in the apartment, creating a beautiful golden scenery that one would enjoy with a cup of hot coffee.
Apparently, Asher had woken up earlier than usual, feeling better than he did before. The cut on his palm was healed, and his fatigue was gone.
He sauntered out of his room lazily, letting his feet brush the cool tiles as he moved, while he racked his brain to put together all he had discovered, as well as think of a way to apply for the international missions and food.
Food was very important.
He arrived at the living room, turning to the kitchen only to find Emma there, her hair tied in a bun and an apron around her waist that somehow accentuated her shape.
And Asher couldn't doubt the fact he actually liked it.
