Stefano

You wake up slowly, the soft light of dawn filtering through your curtains. The familiar comfort of your bed wraps around you, but something feels different. As you lay there, you hear faint noises coming from the kitchen— the clinking of dishes and the sizzle of something cooking. Confusion mingles with curiosity as you sit up and rub your eyes, trying to shake off the last remnants of sleep.

Throwing on a robe, you pad quietly down the hallway, the sounds growing clearer with each step. As you round the corner, you're greeted by an unexpected sight: Stefano standing by the stove, his back to you, humming softly as he expertly flips an omelette. The aroma of fresh coffee fills the air, blending with the scent of eggs and herbs. It's not the first time that Stefano comes to your house to cook for you, but his presence here this early in the morning is a bot confusing since you don't live together.

He turns to face you, like sensing your presence, a warm smile spreading across his lips. His blue eyes twinkle with a mix of excitement and something else you can't quite place. "Good morning," he says, his voice soft and inviting. "I thought I'd surprise you with breakfast today. Sit down, relax, and let me take care of everything."