Nova
"The timer on the coffee maker finished at six on the dot," he explained, voice low and chilled out. "I poured my cup. I'm leaving. No overlap. Just waiting for the caffeine to kick in before I start my run. Didn't want to break the rule."
He was technically right, and his perfect adherence to the rule just made him ten times more annoying.
"Fine," I muttered, walking past him to grab a fresh mug. "But next time, wait on the terrace."
"Got it," he said, taking a slow sip of his coffee. He didn't move an inch.
I started pulling out my restricted breakfast, my safe oatmeal, and a handful of dried fruit from my secret stash. I could feel his eyes on me, not judging, just watching.
"You're not eating any of the fresh fruit?" he asked, breaking the 'only talk about the plan' rule.
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