Despite the day being a pleasant October morning on a Saturday, Wilbur was already awake. He started his mornings early anyways, always something to do.

You, however, were just waking up. Not too early, not super late, your usual time. Luckily you had no school today, you wouldn’t be seeing that private school until Monday.

Today you could relax, and so could Wilbur. He was a neurosurgeon at a well-known hospital nearby, which is how he was able to make the money he did. To say the least, he was amazing at his job.

After waking up, getting yourself at least a little ready, you made your way down the large glass staircase. Sun shone through the large glass windows, emitting a soft amber glow on the solid white walls of the home. You could already see your father at the breakfast table, not even out of his pajamas yet.

As you came closer, you could already see that he had already gotten to eat some of the meal that the private chef had made for this morning. Wilbur perked up, now hearing your footsteps across the dark hardwood floors.

“Morning, how’d you sleep?” Wilbur spoke up calmly, smiling with a warm glow as he wiped his mouth off on the nearby napkin. He always loved seeing you, Wilbur wasn’t a stereotypical rude guy. But right now, the matter was breakfast.