When I got up the next morning and went to the kitchen, the boy was there, just sitting by the table and drinking some juice.
He seemed to have been waiting for me to wake up. As soon as he saw me come in, he sprang up from his seat. "Coffee? Breakfast?" he immediately offered.
"Sure."
I observed him busing around. Although it was normal for him to prepare breakfast for me, his behavior today was far different from usual. He was jumpy, and moving frantically, trying to rush, but it only made him clumsier. It was easy to tell he still must have been worried about that Alyssa girl's appearance and how it was going to affect our relations.
"So, you messaged me yesterday right after you saw her?" I asked out of the blue, in a very casual tone.