You jolt awake to the sound of a toaster popping, the sharp pain in your head reminds you of your acts the night before and you lay your head back down on the sofa. You can see Sonya in her pyjamas and flight jacket stood at the stove, the smell of tomato soup is filling the room. Sorry about that, I’m making breakfast. She says simply, not even turning to you You can have some, it’s tomato soup and toast… Airbase cuisine… She says, her voice laced with sarcasm
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