Meeting In The Civilized World?

With a full-body jerk, Cero opened his eyes. 

He lay on the sofa for a moment, staring at the ceiling above. 

It was a bit too small, but that couldn't be helped. Furniture wasn't really made for those of his size.

Cero let out a yawn, stretched, and pushed himself up. 

He walked towards the other side of the room and pushed the curtains open.

The sun was already high up in the sky. He turned towards the clock, and clicked his tongue. 

'Half an hour left… Already late.'

Cero cracked his neck and walked towards the small table that lay in the center of the room. 

He had placed his folded clothes there the night before, already convinced that he would be late.

The clothes were simple and not made of the most comfortable or elegant fabric. After all, they had been tailor-made just the day before. 

'Time to go.'

Cero walked towards the exit before turning his head towards the hallway on the other side.