The next morning, Katrina is walking out of her bedroom in her pajamas and rubbing her groggy eyes when she hears a crash in the living room.
The noise instantly makes her alert. What's happening? Is there someone here? Am I being robbed? Her heart races at the thought.
When she turns to the sound, she sees Aaron in pajamas, lifting up a stool he had accidentally knocked over, a look of chagrin on his face.
Katrina's apartment is too small for him. Aaron is a tall person with long limbs, and he is used to living in a spacious and luxurious villa. Suddenly living in a small apartment needs some getting used to.
I don’t have any space to stretch my arms and legs. I keep knocking things down, he complains to himself. Well, this is what I wanted. I’ll get used to it eventually.
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