"Good morning," I greet him at the pool once I set my stuffs on my sun-lounger.
"Morning." He replies briefly then floats to the middle, so I sit and apply the sunblock while watching him does another lap.
"Did you have breakfast yet?" He asks once he climbs up from the pool.
I watched the whole Despicable Me series last night so by the time I finished the last one, it was already seven in the morning. I slept for a few hours until I woke up just half an hour ago, thinking it's better to hit the pool straightaway instead of taking a shower since I'll be going there after my swim anyway.
"Not yet."
"I cooked pancakes this morning, left some at the kitchen for you. But I can cook an early lunch if you don't want it."
"It's okay. No biggie, Owen. Stop worrying too much about feeding me.
