After finishing her morning routine, Eileen headed downstairs to prepare breakfast. As she set the dishes on the table, she found herself still pondering how to broach the subject with Rafael about his remark regarding not wanting to be friends anymore. However, when she looked up and saw Rafael, all her thoughts vanished.

He was dressed casually, devoid of his usual elite demeanor, but exuding a hint of warmth.

"What do you want for breakfast?" Rafael pulled out a chair.

Eileen hastily averted her gaze, her heart pounding like a startled deer.

For a moment, she felt as if their interaction resembled that of an old married couple.

"Toast. I'll...