34 Our Relationship

The next morning, I had my things packed and ready to go. When I opened the door, I found breakfast already laid out on the table.

"Did the maid get here this early?"

He turned around, and that’s when I realized he was wearing a shirt and an apron. The apron was a bit too small for him, making it look oddly funny.

“You made breakfast? Thanks.” I sat down at the dining table, where a white porcelain plate held crispy toast brushed with honey, and the delicious aroma made my mouth water.

“Eat more. I’ll take you to the dorm afterward.” He took off the apron and sat right next to me.

“There’s a whole table; do you really need to sit right here?” I gave him a look, though I spoke with my mouth full, making my words a bit unclear.

He reached over and wiped something off my face, and the unfamiliar touch made me feel awkward.

“You had crumbs on your face.” He showed me the crumbs on his fingers.

“Oh.”

I stuffed the last bite of toast into my mouth and slung my bag over my shoulder.

“Let’s g