𝕆𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤

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"A meal made with love, right my dear?"

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Awaking from your slumber, you squinted at your phone screen
4:26 AM
You sighed, swinging your legs off the bed. You grabbed your stomach as it alerted you of your growing hunger.

You ventured through the dark hallways at the early hours of the morning in search of the kitchen.

Passing a set of glass doors that overlooked the gardens, you paused.

Ignoring your hunger for just a moment wouldn't be so wrong, right?

You opened the door, closing it behind you as you stepped out onto the large balcony.

"Woah.." you muttered, although it was dark, the garden was impressive.
It had various types of vegetables, as well as livestock.

Cauliflower, cabbage, tomatoes, onions, carrots.
There were even chickens and rabbits.

You imagined all the delicious dishes that had been made using these home-grown crops, which did make your hunger grow.
Oops..

As you turned to leave, a certain almost nude senior caught your eye.
He was hard at work tending to the agriculture, stopping to drink or wipe his sweat every so often.

He was hot.

He caught you staring it seemed, as he waved at you with a smile,
"Good morning!!" He yelled out into the early morning air.

You waved shyly, going back inside.
Closing the door behind you, you let out a breath.

You walked into the kitchen, making yourself a simple omelette.

You beat the eggs by hand, pouring them into your heated pan.
You opened the fridge, pulling out the block of cheese and cutting it into strips.

When the eggs had firmed, you placed the cheese into your omelette and folded it over.

You smiled, proud to have not broken the omelette for once as you plated your meal.