Dave woke up the next morning with a groan, feeling the weight of exhaustion pressing down on him. As he dragged himself out of bed, he caught the familiar scent of food wafting through the air. But instead of the comforting smell of a hearty breakfast, it was something else, something that only added to his irritation. He followed the scent to the kitchen, where Mira stood, stirring a pot of noodles. For breakfast. The sight of it made his blood boil.
This wasn’t the first time Mira’s actions had grated on him, but this, this was just absurd. Who in their right mind prepares noodles for breakfast? It was as though she was intentionally trying to provoke him. The calm, rational part of his mind told him to let it go, to just walk away. But he couldn’t. Not today.
“Mira!” Dave’s voice sli
