A Sweet Transaction

Chapter 7: Making Breakfast

Nia POV

Although I still felt a bit of heaviness within my head, I still woke up at the same time I wake up every single day. I guess my body is just too used to waking up around this time because usually, I get ready for work at this time.

Raffaello's arms enveloped around my waist didn't surprise me at all. It is a normal thing, actually. He would always be like this after we have sex.

However, last night, we didn't do the deed at all. I was pretty sure that I got deceived by the cocktail's taste and got drunk 'till I blacked out completely. Although I could not remember the full details, it does look like this guy took care of me.

I looked at the time on my phone and quickly decided on what I should do.

'I guess I should return the favour... I don't want to owe him anything.' I thought secretly.

With that, I quickly got up and left the sleeping figure of Raffaello in our bed. He was always such a heavy sleeper, which makes me wonder how he'd usually wake himself up if he were by himself for a morning shift.

I took one quick glance at him before going out of the inn. Thankfully, there was a supermarket that was only 10 minutes walk from it so I could buy ingredients and stuff to cook with.

After I finished cooking a traditional porridge dish from our country, I quickly had a shower and dressed into my scrubs. It was a really good idea to leave my scrubs on his car as the situations we both get ourselves into are seriously unpredictable.

I was already drinking my usual morning coffee when Raffaello finally woke up. His dark hair was a bit dishevelled and he rubbed his eyes a bit as he gazed at me.

"Mornin', Nia. You're up already, as always." he murmured in his deep voice.

I nodded at him and started to prepare a plate for his breakfast.

"Get up already. I made breakfast because I want to thank you for taking care of me yesterday." I said casually.

"Hm? Don't worry about it." Raffaello murmured before hurrying himself to the bathroom.

When he came back, no longer half-awake, he immediately sat on the sit next to me.

"You surely eat adobo, right?" I asked.

He raised his eyebrows a bit at me.

"Of course I do. What do you take me for?" Raffaello retorted.

Then, he started eating the meal I prepared for him quite energetically...

"I never knew you can cook." he said in between his munches.

"Of course, I know how to. How else would I survive on my own?" I said, sipping on my coffee.

"It's super nice. I like it. You cook better than those from Filipino restaurants."

"Really? Gee, thanks." I said nonchalantly, not really believing his flattery.

"Maybe you can cook for me not only today, but always. Build up credits with me by cooking." he said, smirking before eating another bite from his meal again.

I made a face at him and rolled my eyes.

"You crazy? Most of the time, I barely even cook for myself because the field we're in is always so busy."

He drank water before talking once again.

"Don't work too much then. I'll provide for you."

I seriously don't know what he means when he said that. But then, a memory flashed back into my head. I remember, last night, I didn't only say stupid things, I also even cried!