Erelah POV

I sipped the soup in the spoon I was holding and then savored the taste. Maybe it's okay, maybe Damon isn't an avid fan of sour, is he?

I immediately put out the fire on the stove then put the lid back on the casserole and then washed the plates.

He said he would go to sleep, it looked like he would wake up later, the coffee he was making for me had also cooled down.

When I finished washing the plate I swept, I stopped sweeping when Damon suddenly came down the stairs.

"Hey, you're awake. Your food is ready, then your coffee is cold, do you...