The early morning sun streamed through the large kitchen windows, casting a warm and inviting glow over the cosy space. Sofia sat at the oak kitchen table, her head resting on her hands as she tried to shake off the remnants of dizziness. She'd just woken up on the cold, hard library floor, the last thing she remembered was the sensation of her legs giving way as she collapsed. She knew the culprit skipping breakfast in the rush to get to work early.
As she tried to gather herself, the sound of the kettle boiling water filled the air, and the aroma of instant noodles wafted through the room. Her eyes settled on Julius, standing beside the stove, his usually stern face even more impenetrable. He was struggling with the concept of preparing breakfast, and it was clear he had no idea how t
