Breaking the Ice of morning awkwardness
The casual clacking of the cutlery hitting the plates turned into the background song of my first breakfast with Claire.
On one hand, this was likely the best breakfast I had in my life.
From the expensive yet still convenient plates, through the huge array of various foods that we could pretty much choose whatever we wished from, all the way to a team of three chefs standing behind the huge countertop of the open kitchen, readily preparing more and more snacks for us to choose from…
Every bit of this simple meal spelled luxury, not to even mention Claire in loose loungewear sitting right across the table and giving me quite the show of her cleavage moving while she silently ate…
But on the other hand, it was also the most stressful breakfast I've had in my entire life.
The silence, broken only by the slight noise from the kitchen and the tapping of our silverware against the porcelain was strangely deafening.