I Don't Have One

Drake woke up at his usual time and went to get dressed but wasn't expecting to find Sylvie in the kitchen making breakfast when he came out of the bathroom. She yawned before greeting him. 

"Morning, honey."

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" he inquired to be polite. 

She nodded. "Yeah. How do you like your eggs?"

No one had ever asked him that outside of a restaurant when he was ordering breakfast food. Growing up, he just ate what he was given because that was how things worked.

"Scrambled," Drake admitted. "Thanks."

"No problem!" 

Sylvie served up the eggs with a few slices of toast and jam and he didn't realize she was packing him lunch as he ate until she handed him the plastic grocery bag with a smile afterward. "Here you go! I noticed you didn't have anything set out and figured you wouldn't have time to pack your own. I couldn't find your lunchbox, sorry."

"I don't have one," Drake said stupidly.