Ava had to lift the quilt and get out of bed, rubbing his sleepy eyes in his pajamas, dragging lazily, and went to open the door.
“Hello, breakfast you ordered.”
A woman wearing work clothes in a breakfast shop handed her a white plastic bag with both hands.
“Me?” Ava suddenly awoke, but although his sleep was gone, he was at a loss.
When did she order breakfast?
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