Nora Scott opened her eyes in the soft, warm morning sunlight.
"Anyone who proposed the nine-to-five schedule should just die."
Pulling the blanket over her head to block the blinding light, Nora grumbled with a hint of irritation.
Pedro Langley, who was opening the curtains, turned back at the sound, "Does your security company dock pay for skipping work?"
Nora paused, pulled the blanket down a bit, squinting her eyes, "I don't think so."
"Keep sleeping then?"
Pedro made a move to pull the curtain again.
"...Forget it."
There are kids at home, after all.
After wrestling with herself for a moment, Nora kicked off the covers and sat up.
Pedro found her randomly tossed slippers, half-knelt, and set them by the bed for her to easily slip on.
Nora reached out to cradle Pedro's face, leaning slightly down, rubbing it with a face full of reluctance, "You had a hangover, how come you look so refreshed?"
