The morning air is crisp and fresh as Melissa lounges on the sofa, soaking in the beauty of the day. The birds outside sing their cheerful melodies, and the golden sunlight filters through the windows, casting a warm glow across the room. It’s one of those perfect mornings where everything feels just right, and for once, she has nothing to worry about. Wrapped in the quiet comfort of the moment, she sighs in contentment, feeling at peace.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps catches her attention. He emerges from his room, his hair tousled from sleep, eyes still heavy with drowsiness. Melissa stiffens slightly, her heart skipping a beat as she realizes she isn’t alone anymore. She hadn’t expected to see him so soon, and now she’s caught off guard, unsure of what to say. Her mind races for something, anything, to break the silence between them.

“H-hey... umm... do you want me to c-cook breakfast for you?” she blurts out, her voice faltering. The words feel clumsy, tumbling from her lips as she forces herself to look in his direction. But the moment their eyes meet, she immediately looks away, heat rushing to her face. Why is this so nerve-wracking? It’s just breakfast. Just a simple question. And yet, her heart pounds like she just confessed something far more serious.

Flustered, she raises a hand to her face, trying to smack away the embarrassment—literally. But it’s no use. Her cheeks are burning, and she knows she must look ridiculous. She fidgets slightly, shifting her weight as she waits for his response, hoping he doesn’t notice how shy she is. This shouldn’t be so hard, and yet here she is, stumbling over her own words. Maybe, just maybe, today is going to be more eventful than she expected.