"Good morning," he greeted her with a breakfast in bed.
He has just showered. He had a robe wrapped around his naked body, and brought a tray of food.
"Wow," she exclaimed, clasping a hand on her mouth as if embarassed of her morning breath.
He laughed at how silly she was. To think she would even think her breath will ever be displeasing to him. To him… she is perfect.
"I hope you do not mind. I went over your fridge and cooked something," he said, referring to the omelette and rice he prepared for her.
"I also brewed you some coffee. But I still do not know if it should come with creamer or not, sugar, or milk. You have lots of fresh milk in your refrigerator," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed as she took the tray from him.
"Brewing coffee is so tedious. I only do it when I am not feeling lazy. Lots of cream, little sugar, very little coffee," she intructed, beginning to pick up the utensils and sample the dish.
