Writer’s POV

New York…10:15am… Anna’s apartment…!

Anna steps in a flick the lights on, she tossed her keys on the table… abandon her luggage in a corner and groan as she slumps onto a sofa.

She released a long yawn and stretched her body.

Sean stretches a bottle of chilled water to her and she takes it with a small frown.

“Where did you get this?” She asked.

“From the fridge” he replies casually and points towards the fridge.

He slumps on a sofa opposite her and comb his fingers through his hair as he yawns tiredly.

*He looks like a cute little bunny as he yawns* she thought and...