Chicken Soup For the Soul

Anya dozed off thinking about doing the work after waking up. But her eyes jerked open when she felt a soft caress on her cheek.

Alvin was kneeling in front of her. His confused eyes were replaced with gentleness. Anya almost doubted if she was dreaming. Because Alvin didn't have the keys to the main door, he only knew the pin to the gates.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, she sat up and looked around, "How did you enter inside!?" Her grogginess in her tone had a hint of delight.

Alvin turned to the floor-to-ceiling window that wasn't locked before. He would have pressed on the calling bell if he hadn't seen through the glass wall that she was sleeping on the couch.

Anya hadn't checked the windows when she dozed off. Turning back to him, she asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"