Third Person's POV

Morning sunbeams peeked through the clouds. The early risers, like Kyle, walked out of his room and walked toward the kitchen while rubbing his eyes.

He was on the schedule of cooking breakfast.

By the time he arrived at the kitchen, he saw another man who has disheveled morning hair just like him.

“This is freaking nice,” Chaylen gasped while looking at the kitchen table.

Foods were already prepared. Chaylen grabbed a sausage and ate it with his bare hand. When he noticed the gaze from the side, he tilted his head to Kyle as he chew.

Kyle alternately looked at Chaylen and the food. He could...