I WAS IN THE KITCHEN cooking fried chicken when suddenly someone hugged me from behind.

"Good morning ..." Clyde rested his head on my shoulder.

"Good morning too." My answer.

"Fried chicken?" I nodded at his question.

"Why? Are you going to cook something?" I asked but he shook his head and smiled.

"Nope. Fried chicken is enough. Wait, I'll prepare the table." He first kissed me on the cheek and moved away from me to get ready.

I, on the other hand, continued what I was doing. When everything was cooked, I put them on the plate.

"Let's eat." Clyde had just finished when I put the bag down....