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 ...