who: Sama and @naomikojima where: the main kitchen when: 4am, Monday
It was only 4am when Sama woke up but considering the time difference, it was probably the latest she’d slept in since undergrad. And once she was awake, she couldn’t just lie there. She’d never really been one for lounging in bed, especially when she didn’t have any company, but now it was particularly unappealing. She didn’t want to spend any more time than she had to staring at the monument to her teenage years that was her old bedroom, so she forced herself out of bed and searched through her not yet unpacked suitcase to find the pajama bottoms that hadn’t seemed important the night before.
Sama left her room then had to go back twice, once for a scrunchie for her hair and again for a pair of ballet slippers for her feet. When she was finally ready to face the blessedly quiet house, a dull but persistent pounding in her head sent her downstairs toward the kitchen. She paused when she saw light spilling out of the doorway, but the smell of whatever was cooking was enough temptation to draw her in.
When Sama saw that it was Naomi, she knocked lightly against the doorframe to announce her presence. “Is it too much to hope that there’s enough of whatever you’re making for two?”