Sayaka slowly adjusted her position, crossing her legs to let her other leg rest from being applied weight on. She sighed at the typical, boring ending of the romance novel. She threw the book onto her bed, and buried her face into her pink, stuffed unicorn plushy. Why it is always the same cliche ending, and unfortunately, nothing like it ever happens in real life, to me anyways. Sayaka grunted and stood up, slipping into her furry, comfortable slippers, before walking to the kitchen counter to pour herself a glass of room temperature water. She looked out her window as she gulped down the water.
It was almost winter, and she could feel the coldness of the air, as she gently pushed open her windows beside her desk. As she sighed, she could see her own breath appearing in front of her. Some tea would be great right now, she nodded at her own advice and filled the kettle with water before putting onto the stove. With a few taps, the stove was turned on and started to heat up the kettle filled with tap water.
She was on a search for the prodigy of the Elestian tribe - Elena. Sayaka muttered a quick prayer for her safety as she thought about her, please be safe Elena, until I find you. She rolled her huge map of Fiore on to the kitchen table, she grabbed a pen and crossed out a few potential places that she had already visited. She pushed the pen against her chin, as she thought about where to look for her child hood friend. Her thoughts were disturbed by the ferocious grumbling of her weak stomach. She giggled at how silly it was, before marching to the fridge, and opening to check what food was remaining. Damn, I need to go visit the grocery store again. I'll also need to do a few more quests to pay for my expenses here, life is so much harder when you are by yourself. Elena must of had it rough.
Once again, Sayaka's deep thoughts were interrupted by the high pitched screeching produced by the kettle, notifying Sayaka that the water had boiled, and tea was ready to be served. Sayaka hummed, as she grabbed a tea bag from the cupboard and dumped it into a ceramic mug. She gently grabbed the handle of the kettle with a wet towel, ensuring to not accidentally burn her hand, before pouring with precision into the mug. She inhaled the aroma of the freshly brewed tea, before blowing on it, in hopes of cooling it down faster, so she could consume the delicious liquid. She took a small sip, and winced as she burned herself due to her lack of patience. She quickly pulled out the freezer, grabbing an ice cube, and popped it into her mouth, attempting to soothe her burnt tongue. She also grabbed the milk, and sugar on the counter. She carefully scooped two spoon fulls of sugar, and sprinkled it over her tea, and mixed it with her tiny spoon. After the sugar had melted she poured some milk, to cool the tea down, and change the colour to a more intense brown.
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