"What are you doing?" I asked when I've finally found my voice.
"Tada.." He said as he opened the covered food.
"Breakfast in bed." He added, his face brimming with a smile that's obviously not genuine.
"What do you mean by breakfast in bed?" I asked even though I fully know what it meant. It's just really surprising and suspicious that he of all people would do it for me.
"As you can see, I took my time to prepare a very good looking delicacy for you.."
"And why would you do that??" I asked, arms folded underneath my chest area.
"Huh??"
"Why would you take your precious time to do this for me. I mean, we hate each other. We have never been on good terms since the day we met so why?"
"That's the reason I'm doing this. I know we had a very bad start, mostly my fault so I want to ma
