Hailey's eyes fluttered open to the subtle soinds of pans. The sun had started to set, and she sat up, a small breath escaping her slightly parted lips.
"Archer?"
She found it ironic how his name was the first thing she called, despite how lonely she had felt falling asleep. She shook her head a bit to clear the slight dizziness off, then pushed the sheets away. She couldn't remember outting it around herself, and she pushed her way down the bed.
Slowly, she went out and the aroma of cooking hit her nose. It made her remember how scarcely she had eaten ever since the series of events started to roll for her and Archer.
Her feet started to move even faster, and she soon found herself at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes glued on the large open kitchen.
Archer was standing in front of
