You walk into the kitchen early that morning, a delightful smell in the air. You had planned on making breakfast for the guys, as a treat to relax, but it looks like someone beat you to it.

You slow as you watch Matthew bustle around the kitchen, frying up some food and stirring something in a bowl. “Need some help?” You ask softly, stifling a giggle as Matthew jolted, spinning to face you.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t hear you walk in! But, yeah, that’d be great!” He says, grinning.