I wake to find the bed next to me empty, and Lola not upstairs. How had I not heard her get up? This is odd. I quickly get out of bed and grab some shorts to throw on after going in the bathroom and head downstairs.

As I approached halfway down the stairs I spot Lola, already dressed, in yoga pants and a crop top, her hair twisted up into a small bun on top of her head. She appeared to be busy cleaning the house. But why?! It wasn’t even messy. I don’t get this.

I headed further down the stairs, to be hit by the smell of food...