Praying for Answers
It was the early morning hours when Stef was woken up by her racing thoughts. She sat up and looked at the clock, sighing when she saw it wasn't even five in the morning. The blonde got up out of bed, quietly putting on her slippers and going downstairs to make herself a cup of coffee. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she furrowed her brows at the sight of the kitchen lights on. Who could possibly up at this hour? When the unfamiliar smells of some middle eastern dishes filled her nose, she knew it was Zara. Maybe she was having trouble sleeping, too?
"Morning." Stef said, walking into the kitchen and meeting the teenager's gaze. "What's all this? Couldn't sleep?" She wasn't much to pay attention to calendar dates unless they were important to her, so she wasn't aware that this time of year held any significance. "This all smells amazing. Can I help you with anything?" She asked, trying to be helpful.
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