Sunday mornings were always quiet at the house. Everyone slept in. That is, except the pretty brunette take a shower in the upstairs bathroom. She was always an early riser, no matter what day it was. She turned off the shower and began to dry off. She threw on a pair of jeans a cute lime green spaghetti-strapped top and began to blow dry her hair. After she had applied her make up and fixed her hair in soft curls, she walked downstairs to make herself breakfast.

Much to her surprise, when she got to the kitchen, she saw a plate with food sitting on the table. There was a card by it with her name in a messy script on it. She walked over and opened the card.

"Hey you,

Well, I got up early and made this.

Yes, I got up early.

Yes, it's all edible.

No, I did not add any extra surgar.

Yes, it's healthy.

And one more thing...

Yes, I love you."

She dropped into the chair, the food already forgotten in her shock. She quickly jumped up. She was gong to confront him about this. She quickly turned around and there he was. He was still in his pajamas with his hair all messy. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Well, aren't you gonna eat it?" was all he said before throwing a quick smirk in her direction and walking away.