"After a bit, Jack showed up with breakfast. "Please have it," he said as he placed the tray on the bed. I'm hoping you won't find it disgusting. " Looking at the dishes, I widened my eyes. Is it true that he made everything? But when? "When did you make it?" I asked, looking at him.
"That's not important; what matters is how it tastes." "Now eat it and tell me how it tastes," Jack urged. I took a mouthful of the pancake and chewed it. Wow, that was delicious. "It's really tasty, Jack," I said. "I'll cook it for you every day then," Jack stated with a smile. "You're staying with me for the first time, but you're preparing my breakfast." "It's really embarrassing," I remarked. "So, what's the point? It's now my home, and you're mine as well. So I'm free to do anything I want, "Jack explain
