Louis was surprised when he woke up one morning to a stranger in his apartment, Henry nowhere to be seen. He covered himself in his dressing gown and hovered by the door separating his ‘room’ from the living space. He wasn’t sure what to do.

peaking around the corner, Louis watched the girl. She wasn’t dressed like a thief, like he’d imagined, in fact, she was…cooking breakfast. A full English complete with eggs, sausage, black pudding. The works.

finally deciding she wasn’t a threat, Louis stepped out and cleared his throat. The girl turned and gave him a warm smile.

“Morning,” she was dressed nicely, sleeves rolled up to her elbows as she cooked, hair tied out of her face. “you must be Louis. My uncle has told me all about you.”

she flips and egg and moves to pour some OJ into a class, as if she’d been in that old kitchen enough times to know her way around.

“Your uncle?” Louis steps into the small room, looking the array of food, the smell making his stomach speak. “Henry?”

“Yes, hasn’t he mentioned me?”

“Uh,” He takes a breath, shaking his head with a small smile, not that surprised that the man had forgotten to mention another important detail of his life. “No, he hasn’t. Sorry.”