Waking up in the morning with a slight throbbing in his head, Ezra slowly opened his eyes. The aroma of coffee that filled the room reached his senses and he blinked, lifting his body to sit up. He saw Raphael sitting on the sofa, his attention fully focused on his laptop as if he was engrossed in something important.
What time is it? Ezra tilted his head to look at the clock on the wall that showed 7 am.
Wasn't it too early for him to wake up? He usually woke up around 9 or 10, and he was even surprised himself as to why he could sleep so soundly in this villa.