Yorick

After taking a cold shower that did nothing to help my desperate state last night, then taking matters into my own hands, I’d finally fallen asleep later than I wanted. I have no idea what to expect today, but I want to be ready for anything.

I’m up early and when I go to get Cyra for breakfast, I see the flowers sitting at her door. I knock and pick them up just as she opens her door.

“You must have a secret admirer,” I tell her.

“Perhaps he’s a not-so-secret admirer,” she ...