Advance the Schedule
"Good morning," she greeted softly, her voice still a little groggy.
Samuel glanced over his shoulder briefly. "Morning. Coffee's ready," he said, gesturing toward the pot on the counter.
Zinnia made her way to the cabinet and grabbed a mug. Pouring herself coffee, she leaned against the counter and watched him move around the kitchen effortlessly. "You're up early," she said, taking a sip of the drink.
"I could say the same to you," he replied, turning off the stove. "Sit. Breakfast is ready."
Zinnia settled at the dining table as Samuel brought over two plates. Scrambled eggs, toast, and sautéed vegetables—simple yet perfectly made. He placed a plate in front of her before sitting down across the table.
"You didn't have to do all this," Zinnia said, looking down at her food.
"I always do," Samuel replied with his usual calm tone, picking up his fork.