Not Some LoveSick Fool

Cora awoke to the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the soft clinking of cutlery. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room.

A gentle smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she turned to see a tray set beside her on the bed. Derek had prepared breakfast in bed for her.

It was an arrangement of toast, eggs, and fruit, all meticulously presented. Yet, as she reached for the cup of coffee, her gaze fell upon Derek, fully dressed and seated at the edge of the bed, tying his shoelaces.

"Already getting ready for work?" Cora asked, her voice tinged with curiosity.