Rock, Paper, Scissors. Who Will Start?

Arad opened his eyes on the living room couch. The last thing he remembers is sleeping on Lyla's lap. He stood and stared around, "Are you awake?" Lyla called him from the kitchen.

"Yeah, you woke up early." Arad smiled, standing up and stretching his arms.

"I have to go back to the shop. I can't keep it closed forever." She smiled, "I will get breakfast ready, so go wash your face."

Arad walked to the bathroom to wash his face, and Lyla looked at his back with a smug smile.

Arad grabbed the bathroom's handle, and he could feel something strange. Someone is inside. He took a deep breath, "Who's inside?"

"It's me. You can come in," It was Mira.

^I knew it. She sent me right to her.^ He glared back as he opened the door. Mira stood beside the mirror, brushing her hair. "Good morning," He started washing his face.

"Good morning. How did you sleep last night?" Mira asked.

"I feel well rested." Arad smiled, "How about you?"

"Nice, but we almost fought yesterday." Mira giggled.