Adam stepped out with a blinding headache pounding behind his eyes and a sour mood clinging to him like a second skin. He paused at the doorway, blinking against the light, just as Melanie emerged from her room across the hall.
He opened his mouth, about to mumble a half-hearted "Good morning," but stopped short when she glanced in his direction—only to make a face like she'd just spotted a lizard clinging to the wall. Without a word, she turned and walked off, her steps brisk and dismissive.
He frowned, the greeting dying on his tongue. What was that about? He was the one nursing a hangover, not her so why was she glaring at him?
With a shrug of his shoulders, he trailed after her into the kitchen, each step heavy because his body hadn't fully signed up for the day yet. His only goal was to grab some hangover medicine from the cabinet and maybe find a glass of water that didn't judge him before going back and falling onto his bed..
