Amaryllis
I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon, eggs, and toast. I rolled over, wondering where the delicious smell was coming from, when I opened my eyes to see Rorick standing in the little kitchen area across the room. He had on a red T-shirt that hugged his shoulders as he moved and jeans. He was wearing his heavy boots and his hair was tied so it fell down his back as he scooped eggs onto a plate before pulling bacon out of a different pan and tossing more inside. I sat up and watched him for a moment when he glanced over his shoulder at me and smiled.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” He greeted as he turned around and set a plate on the table that was centered in the little apartment.
Good morning. I said back more on reflex than anything else. I stood up, curious as to why
