Luise Biellderschmidt sighed softly into her pillow. She slowly opened her eyes to stare at white bedsheets. She buried herself deeper into the bed and yawned silently. She blinked sleepily and rolled onto her left side. She stared listlessly at the wall before her, trying to recognize the blank white wall only disrupted by the halfway open door to a bathroom whose light was on. Even though the light was on, Luise saw that no one was in there. She could not recognize the light walls with fancy towels. It seemed like…the bathroom…of a hotel…
Luise bolted up, only just realizing that her clothes were not on her, but on the floor next to the bed. She clutched the sheets to her body and glanced around. She was in a simple room with white walls and a large dresser with a TV above it. She was lying on a double bed with white sheets and covers. She turned to her right slowly and was shocked to see the form of another body lying under the blanket next to her.
Luise ran a hand through her short blonde hair and sighed through her nose worriedly. Who the hell was this guy? And better yet, what the hell had happened last night?
A soft sigh caused Luise to flinch slightly. The form next to her rolled over and pulled the covers from its face.
"Ve~, Luise?"
Luise stared in shocked horror at the small, heart-shaped face framed with long, soft bronze hair. Bow-shaped pink lips began to form an O as their owner yawned softly and beautiful honey-brown eyes opened to watch her sleepily. The person cuddled close to Luise's side and gave a warm smile that—had it not been racing in a panic—would've melted Luise's heart. That face was gorgeous, the face of someone from a fairytale, and, Luise thought with dread, undeniably female.