Atlas Black

Chapter 3

L L A N A M O R O Z O V A

Beep. Beep. Beep. Groaning, I extend my arm to shut the infuriating clamour of my phone off. Beep. Beep. Beep. Another minute passes by, the alarm sounds again, leaving me burying my face into the pillow to drown it out.

After hitting the snooze button several times and accepting my fate, the alarm reading 7am, I painfully decide to leave to the comforts of my own soft covers and advance to the bathroom to wash up, this time being of course with no intruders. That bitch.

Down the hallway and Stepping into the large open area and moving to the kitchen, the smell of coffee wafting in the air is met with the aroma of blueberry pancakes that sits upon the counter ready to be devoured.

My stomach rumbles reminding me of how I haven't eaten since yesterday. My mouth waters and I swallow down my saliva as I'm eyeing the pancakes like I'm about to commit arsen.

"Morning sleepy head." My immediate attention lands on the girl from yesterday, stood sipping on her coffee as she notices me entering and approaching the food.

"o, trakhni menya" I mutter under my breath
I plaster on a tight smile when saying half-heartedly, "Hi." (Oh fuck me)

As soon as it looks like she's about to open to her mouth to speak I cut off her, clearly not in the mood for any of her bullshit this early in the morning.

"If you don't mind, before we get into any of the chatting business, my stomach is going to eat itself if I don't get those pancakes into my system." I shoot out as she eyes me with a sudden look of interest and gulps down her coffee before placing it with a dramatic thud, echoing on the countertop.

She chuckles below her breath. "No, no go right ahead. I made them for you. Take it as an apology for my rude and unexpected behaviour last night."

"Tell me about it." Sliding the stool from underneath and taking seat, I dig the pancakes with my utensils, bringing it to my mouth and on the tip of my tongue, savouring the taste as I let out a moan. "This-is so-mm-good!"

"I know, what can I say, I am the best." She says with a smug look and glances at me pointedly, "I don't think we've been introduced, I'm Saskia Andrews. But call me Sas, everyone does."

Between mouthfuls stuffed in my face I attempt replying, "Llana. Llana Morozova."

"Morozova huh? That definitely sounds Russian." She studies me a little more intensely, "what brings you here?"

"Change of scenery. To start a new life." I shrug nonchalantly. "The list is endless."

"Hm." She takes another sip of her coffee. "How are you liking it so far?"

"I'm not sure, haven't really seen much since my arrival last night."

"Well in that case. You've found the perfect girl to show you around." She cracks a brightening smile.

"Are you always this cheery and lighthearted?" I ask her as I stuff myself with another bite.

"Depends. I have contrasting moods. I could turn really pissy which is never a good day for anybody."

"Well, I'll make sure to stay clear of you when that happens." She lets out a lighthearted laugh at my comment.

It comes to my attention how I'm seeing her in broad daylight and clearly now, as the sun pro-longingly shines through the windows giving her a her skin a tinted natural glow. Her soft, grey eyes more distinguishable and lighter. The plump of her pouty lips smooth and the her blonde hair pushed up into a messy bun. She was ethereal to look out.