Alya awoke to a large white blur. She tried to focus her vision to determine what she was looking at… only to realize she wasn't wearing her glasses. Feeling around, she found them on a coffee table next to her and finally realized she was staring at her living room ceiling.
"Ugghh… home?" She sat up on the couch. "How did… how did I get here? Did Nino bring me home?"
"Mm-hmm," answered her mother, walking in from another room. "He said you fell asleep while you were both on the bus, so he took you in himself and laid you down."
"You're lucky to have him, Alya," Marlena Césaire chuckled. "He's very good to you, and he cares a whole lot about you. You should hold on to him and never let go. So, how was the date?"
"It was… fine, I guess," Alya answered, still groggy. "Is Nino still here?"
Marlena nodded, fashioning her chef outfit on as she prepared to leave for her job.
"He was going to go back home, but I guess he was still worried about you because