"Morning!" I said yawning for the lack of sleep.
I saw Cyrill who was busy on the counter making our breakfast. I rubbed my eyes back and fort and my lids still heavy to lift.
"hmmm. Morning," he answered.
He didn't even spare me a look. He was occupied with flipping the hot pancakes.
The cat Peppa was sprawled on her bowl of food at the corner. Peppa licked her bowl of food cleanly.
I move closer to it and squatted down. I stroke and scratch it making Peppa to lie on its back, it’s paws holds my hands who’s scratching its belly.
Until I feel that Peppa was running out of patience then I stop teasing it. I smooth out it’s fur and then leave it alone.
I was trying to find something to talk to Cyrill but I was out of idea. I suddenly remembered that Cyrill asked me yesterday about the
