EIGHTY SIX

"Come in," I said when I heard a knock on the door. I was sitting on the bed watching Netflix on TV, my attention turns to the door when I hear it creaks open slowly.

"I come bearing food." Samantha said, raising the tray of food up. "breakfast."

I let out a laugh. I could have easily gone down for breakfast, but I appreciated her gesture. I stood up from the bed and went to sit on the couch since there was a table at the center of it. Samantha walked towards me, placing the tray on the table, and then took a seat beside me.

"I hope you are hungry," she says as I stare at the large dish of pancakes and sausage on the side.

"I would have gone down for breakfast; you didn't have to stress yourself." I say to her:

"It's nothing; I don't want to eat in the kitchen or the dining room or eat alone in my room. So, in a way, I'm using you to keep me company." She replied with a grin on her face.

I breathe in the wonderful aroma of the meal, and my mouth is salivating. I looked at the other si