you woke up, in nate's bed and his shirt. but, he wasn't laying next to you anymore. you walked out into the kitchen as you saw him, making waffles? "since when do you cook?" you asked, as he quickly shot a reply "i didn't even know we had a fridge until this morning."

you walked closer to the counter, and picked up a waffle, breaking a piece and eating it. "hey hey, we're not heathens. stop." he said, trying to take the waffle from your hands, as you broke another piece and stuffed it into his mouth. he took the waffle and put it back in the plate as you walked to the fridge.

as you opened the fridge door, nate quickly appeared behind you, and, well, you guys continued with last nights activities.

after you guys finished, nate was sitting on the floor, as you laid your head on his lap. "told you i was good in the kitchen." "cocktail olives i could've done without, not really a breakfast food." you said, with a slight chuckle. "im still hungry. doesn't ella make brunch on saturdays?" he asked, referring to your maid. "i prefer this breakfast."