The next day.
Viola Harris woke up, meeting Finn Wilson's affectionate eyes.
The sun was shining brightly outside, clearly not early anymore. As Viola sat up, she asked, "What time is it?"
"No need to rush." Finn sat up with her, "It's not even nine yet."
"We're meeting your family today, they already don't like me much. If we're late, they'll like me even less. Hurry up and get ready so we can head over early."
"You're so concerned about them, does that mean you care a lot about me?" Finn came closer, hugging Viola, kissing her face one moment and her hair the next.
From his refreshed look, he clearly ate well last night.
Viola felt a bit swollen and slightly warm below, but it didn't affect her movements. Thinking about their craziness last night, she blushed and gave Finn a push, "Go wash up, did you make breakfast? I'm hungry."
Finn pecked her on the face again, "Of course, from Capital Reserve, I remember you like it."
