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"Good morning, bugaboo," he smiled at her brightly. It was exactly the same smile she wanted to see every day she woke up, besides his peaceful sleeping face. It also reminded her of the morning she woke up and faced him at the base of the stairs the next morning she saw him for real. It brought her back to two years ago. 

'Good morning, Panda bear,' that was what exactly he told her that morning. 

He slightly creased his brows still with enthusiasm. Probably wondering what she was thinking about with a dumbstruck face and not greeting him back. 

He slightly raised his cheek which was placed on the headrest. And soon, his hand too shoved in front of her. He waved it across her face to make sure she was there.

"Good... good morning," Rhea spoke with a hoarse voice which was caused by her long sleep. Still, her head hadn't left the headrest.