The mixed smells of bacon, hotdog, and coffee had awaken me. My body was lured to the aroma of coffee and my tongue only wanted nothing else but to taste it.

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table to discover that it was still five in the morning. Who the heck used my kitchen at this early hour?

I put on my slippers forgetting my just-woke-up hair and instantly headed outside. David was gloriously standing in my pink apron cooking breakfast.

“How did you get in?” I asked him. ...