"Whoa! What happened to you?" Cheska's voice jolted me out of my dazed state as I stumbled into the kitchen. She turned to face me, her expression a mix of concern and amusement, as if she had just encountered a mythical creature.
"Good morning to you too, Ches," I retorted, managing a weak eye roll as I slumped onto a chair, my head cradled in my hands, elbows resting heavily on the table.
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," she remarked, her smirk evident even as she turned back to the stove to tend to our breakfast.
God, my head was pounding, and I could practically feel the exhaustion seeping into my bones. With only a couple of hours of sleep under my belt, facing a 9 a.m. class seemed like cruel punishment.
"Ugh, I barely slept last night. That is," I muttered,
