Zora's Point of View.

As I woke up the next morning, I was met with an empty space where Chris had been on the bed. The silence felt slightly awkward, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of appreciation as I took in the tidy room. Chris had not only cleaned up after himself but had also thoughtfully disposed of the leftover food from the previous night. A warm feeling spread through me as I thought about his visit, and I couldn't help but recall the fleeting glances he had cast my way, the awkwardness in his eyes a testament to his shy nature. I found myself wondering what...