The Kind of Milk

The following day, Lucia woke up with a body ache. She sat up and immediately broke her back, which made her fall into bed. 

"Ugh, what happened last night!" Lucia exclaimed and rubbed her temples. She felt like she was tossed from the highest mountain, wrecking her body.

A knock on the door took Lucia's attention. "Come in," she shouted and positioned herself decently.

Gastone entered the room with a tray filled with food. He placed it beside Lucia as her breakfast. 

"How are you feeling?" Gastone asked in concern and reached for Lucia's forehead, but she evaded him.

"I-I'm alright," Lucia replied and scooted back to create distance from Gastone. She glanced at the tray and instantly drooled.

The plate consisted of eggs, bacon, cheese bread and a cup of warm milk.

"Is this mine?" Lucia asked timidly, but her eyes twinkled with the desire to taste them.