Kira stirred in her sleep as consciousness slowly seeped back into her.
The first thing that managed to break through her deep slumber was not a sound, but a delicious, mouth-watering aroma wafting straight into her nostrils.
She inhaled the sweet scent deeply and let out a soft, subconscious groan of appreciation, her stomach rumbling with an empty growl.
As her brain cells slowly began to fire up, she heard the muffled sounds of cooking, the clink of utensils, the sizzle of something in a pan, and the low hum of someone whistling a tune.
She opened her eyes slowly, but her vision was blurry. Through the haze, she could make out the silhouette of a tall man standing by a small kitchenette, his back turned completely to her. He was dressed casually in a comfortable sweatshirt and matching trousers.
She blinked twice, and the room sharpened into focus, but the image of the man did not go away.
