The next morning, Emily decided to do something nice for someone else to shake off her gloomy mood. She whipped up a stack of chocolate chip pancakes and headed up to apartment 405.
Justin's bleary-eyed roommate didn't say a word, just left the door open before going back to bed. She blushed. It was before nine on the weekend. Was Justin even awake? She carefully knocked on his bedroom door.
"Justin? It's Emily. I wanted to see if you were feeling any better so I made you breakfast."
He laughed weakly from under the covers. "So are these Apology Pancakes?"
Setting down the plate, she crossed her arms over her chest. "What do I have to apologize for?"
"You did land on me when I was already hurt."
She had forgotten about that. But it was his own fault for lying on the ground in the dark!
"Let's just call them Feel Better Pancakes."
"That works. I can't exactly sit up though…" Justin confessed, embarrassed.
"Why not?"
