As promised, a little longer this time. We are getting to the good stuff!
Being as quiet as she possibly could, Hazel prepared another pot of coffee. She usually only drank one half herself, but she figured she would need at least twice that to fill the soup bowl that had served as Tobias’ cup last night.
Taking a sip from her own mug, she shamelessly studied the tiger asleep on her couch. Tobias looked almost comical on her small couch, his limbs too large to fit on it all at once.