Jane's P . O . V
Breakfast that Morning was extremely weird, after we both met by the doors of our rooms, each fully dressed with his bright white shirt with black pants and a black coat he threw over his body like he would normally appear, I somehow imagined just how many coats and shirts he could possibly own.
We both wordlessly stepped downstairs to the dinning area with me walking behind him and Maria at a safe distance behind me.
He sat down on the stupid chair he declared his at the head of the table while I sat at the very far edge from him where we couldn't possibly manage to even so much as communicate unless perhaps through a microphone or shout at the top of our voices.
It was our very first Breakfast together and it probably shouldn't have been that way but I loved it.
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