Amaya's POV
I decided I wasn't getting out of bed when I woke up on Sunday. I laid there all day watching trashy television. Jake texted to try to take me to dinner, but I told him that I hadn't gotten out of bed, and I didn't have any plans on it. He then asked to bring me dinner. I was hesitant to let him see where I lived but I was hungry and the take out sounded better than the cup of noodles that I was planning on eating and so I told him to come over and not to judge where I lived, and he agreed.
I jumped in the shower and washed work off me from last night and threw on a pair of sweatpants and sweatshirt and threw my wet hair up in a bun just as he started knocking on my door. I went and opened the door and smiled at him and then noticed the three sacks of food he was carrying.
