"Ms. Hart, you made it! Thought you were taking the day," Alex said, walking in with a bag just as I was wondering if breakfast had somehow vanished into thin air.

"Surprise! Got your breakfast!" he announced.

Then it hit me.

Breakfast had shown up alright—just not Miles's.

I gave Alex the side-eye, waiting. He never just randomly brought breakfast without an angle.

Sure enough, while setting down the food, he came clean. ...