<strong>Katy, in the morning</strong><br/><br/>Katy slept in, dozing for an hour even after sunlight filled her room and the sound of seagulls drifted in through an open window.  They reminded her of the songbirds back home.  Stretching languidly, her body moved with catlike grace.  She didn't bother dressing, instead throwing a short satin robe over her body.  Glancing at the clock hung across from the bed, she saw that it was late in the morning.  Surely, she was the last of her new housemates to get up and moving.  She wouldn't make it a regular habit, not if she wanted to go running with Sean on the beach some days.<br/><br/>Barefoot, she padded downstairs, ears alert for sound.  She heard it coming from the right.  Ah, the kitchen, if she was remembering the layout of the house correctly.  She walked in to find Mike there alone, his sculpted chest glistening.  He was standing in front of the blender, and she stopped in the doorway, silently watching him for a moment.  They'd had such chemistry the night before, and she wondered if it would continue today or if there would be awkwardness between them.<br/><br/>She waited until there was a lull in the loud whirring sound before she said anything.  "Good morning, Mikel."  She walked into the kitchen, enjoying the feel of sun-kissed tile under her feet.  Her lips curved into a small smile as she approached him, kissing his cheek.  "Are Beth and Sean out running still?" she asked, pushing herself up so that she sat on the counter next to the blender.  The look on her face was inquisitive as she glanced at the machine.