Chapter forty-one: Strange

Sophia's POV:

I can't help but raise an eyebrow when I saw Daniel inside the kitchen counter the next morning. I checked the time and it's already 9:00 am but he's still in the house. 

His back is facing me but I know he's cooking based on the delicious aroma that fills my nostrils. 

I put my guitar on top of the table and walked towards the coffee maker pretending he wasn't there. 

"Do you want some pancakes?"

I was suddenly stopped when I heard his question. But because I wasn't sure if that question was for me, I didn't turn around and continue what I was doing. 

But he spoke again. 

"I cooked chocolate pancakes with maple syrup."

I looked around to see if there was anyone else in the kitchen beside us that he was talking to, but it was just the two of us. And then I noticed that he was looking at me. 

"It's best for your coffee."

-'Is he really talking to me?'- I asked myself while confusedly looking at him.