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The next morning, I woke to the smell of maple sausage and fresh coffee and the sound of voices in the kitchen. I wasn’t exactly thrilled to know people were downstairs. I just wanted to sit on the couch and watch DVR’d episodes of The Magicians all day.
But then, I heard Marcie say something that made Javier laugh, and I was struck by a wave of FOMO. So I pulled my hair back into a messy bun—an actual messy bun, not the fake cool kind—and headed downstairs.
Everyone was in the kitchen with a mug in their hands, and Isaiah was at the stove with three skillets going—one with that delicious-smelling sausage, one with scrambled eggs, and one with hash browns. My stomach rumbled audibly.
“Good morning,” I said as I took a mug out of the cabinet and grabbed the coffee pot. I’d never had
