Jess hurried around the limited kitchen space frying up sausages and eggs she had purchased earlier that morning with the money she had won at the party. Fresh orange juice, eggs, sausage, toast and jams; the apartment was fragrant with the delicious smells. She scurried around washing dusty plates and glasses in one of the cotton tank tops and a short white skirt Mace had purchased for her, the pads of her bare feet patting against the cool floor. Her eyes lifted from the frying pan at the sound of Mace clearing his swollen throat.
Mace stood stripped to his pants, barefoot and hungover. He looked around the small kitchen area confused. “Good morning.” She spoke softly to soothe whatever headache he might have.
“What’s this?” He asked walking toward her to inspect the source of the deli
