“Come on! Please?” Max shakes his head and picks up his fork to cut into his own breakfast.

“I’m sorry, Sophie. If that’s what you really want, then I’ll tell you. But not right now, alright? I need to get cleaned up first.” He points to his dirty uniform, causing her to chuckle.

“Sure, whatever,” she mumbles sarcastically before turning her attention back to her food.

Once they’ve finished eating, they clean up the dishes and head back up to their room, Sophie following behind Max like a puppy.

She climbs up the ladder to the attic and plops down on her mattress as Max enters his room, taking off...