I walked down the stairs and saw Jeff already in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. I looked at the clock and saw that it's only six in the morning. I woke up later than usual today because of the movie marathon last night.

I cleared my throat as I approached him, making him turn to me. He smiled. "Oh, you're up," he said before transferring the bacon strips from the pan to the plate. I turned to the table and saw that he already prepared everything. I suddenly feel guilty. He's got a meeting up today and here I am, waking late and couldn't even prepare breakfast for him before he...