Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The moonlight was like spilled milk, bathing the night in a silvery glow.

The next day, at 9 AM, York woke up and decided to check on Leda.

He was just about to knock on her door when it swung open from the inside.

"Sho-"

Oops!

Standing there was a young man, his hair a tousled mess, clearly just roused from sleep and about to make his exit.

Their eyes met, and York was totally flabbergasted.

The man, however, was much calmer, gave York a slight nod, and then gestured for silence with a finger to his lips, turning his head towards the interior, "Keep it down, she's still asleep." With that, he left.

York stood in the hallway, dumbfounded, for a solid thirty seconds before it hit him: "Damn-"

Leda had a guy over? In the hotel he ran, in the room he booked, right across from him, under his very nose?

York stormed in, trying to slam the door for effect.

Unfortunately, the hotel's quality control was too good; the doors were designed to close quietly, making barely any noise.

Frustrated, he kicked over a chair, but even that failed to make much of a racket thanks to the plush carpeting.

open, letting the sunlight flood in, and finally, Leda woke

you doing?! You got

but the sunlight forced her to squint,

it was York, she commanded, "Close

had one flaw, it was her terrible mood upon waking

Roseanne wouldn't dare to provoke her at

Hearing her, York scoffed.

some fresh, some fading, it was clear what she'd been up to

voice made Leda

finally recognized

fallen blanket to cover herself "Oh

you enter without knocking?"

v

me." He wanted to sit down, but all the chairs

sure knows how to live it up. Just ditched one

the next, huh? You're changing them faster than your

en

thing in the morning to give me grief? Can't you

"Nope!"

lost! Don't buzz around me

pulled the blanket up and turned to sleep

close

York was left speechless.