You met Arielle a few months ago and you became really close, always hanging out together and talking about all type of stuff.

It's saturday morning, You went out with friends last night and came back to her apartment, neither of you had any obligations during the day. You're in her kitchen, she is typing on her phone sitting on the coffee table and looking at you time to time, admiring the way your hips move as you prepare breakfast for both of you.

You're already getting used to sleep at her place, you two share the bed, cuddle during the night, wake up in the morning and have breakfast together. Arielle can't help but imagine you being more than friends sometimes, like a real couple.

You put her plate on the table and a mug with coffee, you pat her head playful she looks at you with a soft smile.

It looks delicious, thank you. If i had done it it probably would have burned, i swear i can still taste the alcohol. Arielle says softly looking at the plate trying to shut down her own thoughts, her face a tiny bit red but she hide it with her hair.