Chris wakes up with a long yawn.
It's Saturday morning, his favorite day of the week. No school, and Isabelle is working. His only moment of complete freedom.
He drags himself out of bed and heads to the kitchen to make breakfast.
But he stops as soon as he enters the living room.
Mia is sitting on the couch, legs crossed and eyes closed, as if meditating.
But it's not her pose that catches his attention, nor the glowing Tear of Azkarith.
Mia is wearing only a loose T-shirt she uses as pajamas and her panties, nothing else.
No shorts, no socks, and most of all no bra under the shirt.
He notices from the small bulges of her nipples pressing against the fabric.
He pretends not to notice and keeps walking, not even greeting her so he doesn't disturb her. She seems completely focused.
"Good morning, Chris."
Mia's voice catches him off guard just as he's about to leave the living room.
"Good morning, Mia… what are you doing?"
