When I wake up, the first things I see are his eyes staring at me. His forehead is covered in lines, I assume they are thinking lines. When he thinks deeply, he has this habit of frowning. It's a little bit weird.

"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"You're the one who is staring." He counters backs.

"You started staring first, quit been a pervert. I woke up and I saw you staring at me." I glare at him as harsly as I can.

"Can't I admire a beautiful woman when I see one?" He muses, his face changes when I sit up straight immediately.

"I have a...