Knock!
Knock!
There were two knocks on my door. Calmly, I stood up from my desk and opened it.
My gaze fell on Martha, who stood at the doorway.
She held a wide, white leather shopping bag and wore a smile that stretched across her face as she saw me.
"Oh, good. You're already awake, and it seems you slept very well this time."
"Yeah, I did."
"You weren't home when I checked on you last night, so I was worried," the woman said, pushing me out of the way as she made her way in, heading toward my desk.
Noticing the books scattered across it, she placed her bag on one side and began taking out its contents.
"I have chicken with waffles, and pancakes with bacon. There's also a fruit smoothie. Which one do you want?"
"What kind of fruits?" I asked, walking toward her.
"Berries, lemons maybe, I bought the smoothie", Martha shrugged.
"I see you're really enjoying this role of caring for me." My hand reached for her rear.
Focus on your books. Don't you have tests today?"
