Olivia's POV
The delicious smell of freshly baked bread filled the air in the kitchen as I walked in to find Mark.
A white apron was tied around his neck and waist as he baked the bread and made two cups of hot tea for us.
"Thank you," I said, my hand reaching to accept the teacup from him. The tea was hot, so I blew on it gently to cool it.
"How do you like the tea?" Mark asked after watching me take a sip from the cup.
This was the first time Mark had actually made breakfast for me. He didn't used to make breakfast for himself at his father's house, and this made me wonder: where had he actually learned to make breakfast? Had he learned all of this to take care of me?
I smiled, but remembering his question, I replied, "It's nice."
"I'm glad you like it. Come on, let's take our sea
