Waka!

By the time Pete got out of bed the next morning, Kathleen was already busy in the kitchen.

He was startled to see her standing over the gas cooker preparing what he suspected to be breakfast.

He didn't have to ask her how she had gotten into the house since he had included the house keys in her own bunch.

"Good morning, sir. Is there something you want?" Kathleen asked with a polite smile when she saw him standing by the door, staring at her in confusion. 

She looked directly into his face and tried not to let her eyes drift from there. She didn't want to focus on what he was wearing or, rather, on what he wasn't wearing.

He was wearing just his boxers and not even a damn shirt.

Oblivious to her struggle, Pete walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator to get a bottle of water.

"It's barely 5 AM," Pete said, as though he didn't understand what she was doing there.