“Andy…” he muttered as he woke up from his sleep. He looked around and found himself lying on the couch. He sat up and rested his foot on the floor. He scrunched as he smelt the food being cooked from the kitchen. The smell was pleasant, getting his curiosity. Damien flicker and rubbed his eyes to see who was cooking.
“Andy?...,” he asked. Then the woman turned around. It was Diane.
“Hey, bro, what’s up?” Diane said, looking at her hungover brother.
She went early morning to visit him after jogging with her friends and found an empty bottle of alcohol on his table. She knew he would feel f****d up and hungry once he woke up. Glad she brought her keys to his home since the lazy pregnant woman must still be sleeping and won't probably open the door for her if Damien was
