A Secret Admirer.

The following morning, after waking up and taking a quick shower, Amara decided to head downstairs and check if the person responsible for her late night predicament was home. And as luck would have it, Melanie was downstairs, watching TV while munching on a slice of crusty toast bread. She looked up from the meal at the sound of her friend approaching. “Morning.” She greeted happily, smiling from ear to ear as if she knew something Amara didn’t. “And what’s got you happy so early in the morning?” Amara casted a suspicious gaze at Melanie as she walked over to the kitchen and began brewing coffee, setting two slice of bread into the toaster on the side. Melanie’s grin widened and her eyes glinted. “So,” She began, a mischievous smile adorning her lips. “Tell me, did the toy help?” At the mention of the toy, Amara nearly dropped the mug in her hands. Melanie took in her reaction before she sprang up from the chair and rushed at her. “It worked, didn’t it? You don’t even need to answer,”