JAYDEN
Pancakes on this plate, waffles on the other, scrambled eggs here, and toast there.
The entire apartment is scented of the food items I’ve spent the past few hours preparing. And while I’d love to give myself a pat on the back for achieving this much, I’ll only be able to do it when Freya comes downstairs and hopefully accepts the apology that comes in the form of a meal and the words I’d rehearsed after giving myself a pep talk the night before.
I might like to act like it, but I’m not a complete i***t. What happened yesterday isn’t just going to magically disappear with time. It would take actual and sincere apologizing for anything to get better with her, and for once, I will put down my stubbornness and make sure that happens. Besides, it will be tough for us to live togethe
