Haru
I opened my eyes. Though still damn exhausted, I obediently got out of bed. My body was still sore, so I took things slow. After a shower, I put on a pair of jeans and a sweater and then headed back out. After slotting my wallet and smartphone into my jacket pocket, Aiden and I headed out the door.
We went into the first-floor restaurant where the breakfast buffet was located.
“Haru. Aiden. Over here,” Isaac called out to us.
I looked over to see the others had already found themselves a table and gotten a load of food, too. They were eager for breakfast, weren’t they?
Aiden and I joined them, with Aiden taking up the empty chair at the end of the table and me next to Isaac.
“Looks good,” I said, eyeing the array of delicious-looking food on the table. There was an assortment of English breakfast foods mixed with Japanese: bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, croissants, grilled fish, miso soup, rice, and more.
“Let’s get ourselves some food,” Aiden said to me.