⋆ ⭒ ˚ . ⋆ of course. nowhere to be found from the bed the two shared the evening before. tayla should've known that this was all too good to be true. it was a normal occurrence for whoever the other was to leave the morning after, and tayla should've expected it from this person too. slowly waking up and scrolling through her phone, she eventually crawled out of bed and stumbled her way into the kitchen room, only, to her surprise, to smell something delicious cooking. brow cocked in confusion, she plopped down onto the bar stool at the kitchen island, facing them now. "thought you made an early departure. making breakfast?" / @totalhcnesty
