Chapter 50 - Breakfast ... for me? (2/2)

”Of course.” A grin crossed his lips before he was putting down a cup of coffee next to her. ”Lots of milk, no sugar, right?” Steam curled over the white cup. Hastily, she nodded. Did he know how she liked her coffee?

”Thank you.” Lily whispered, then wrap her hands around the cup. The porcelain was hot, she pulled it closer, felt the warmth drifting over to her, so that her cool palms slowly were warming up.

Now and then she sipped of the cup while Alexandre was watching her. His eyes made her nervous. Somehow she felt like a fish in a glass. But she was too cowardly to be the first to break the silence, so she kept quiet and kept sipping the coffee she could not taste.

”Aren't you hungry?”

”No...eh...”

”Don't you trust my cooking skills?” He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

”Eh, no!”

”It's almost twelve o'clock. I know that you are a little glutton. You have to be starving. ”

Heat poured into her face. She looked at him wide-eyed. ”Don't spare my feelings.”

He laughed. ”I'm just trying to help you.” He snorted derisively, holding out a fork. She stared at the fork for a moment too long, blinking before grabbing it and sinking it into the mountain of scrambled eggs to shovel some egg flakes into her mouth.

They were ... delicious. Soft and fluffy. ”Mhhh ... that's delicious!”

”You are a master in trampling my ego.”

Lily swallowed another fork. ”I didn't mean so!” She protested.

”Your face was saying something else.” He shook his head with a theatrical sigh.

”What I wanted to say ...” she hurried to say. ”Why did you make breakfast today? You've never done that.” She stared expectantly at him.