I held onto the stair case railing, praying that I couldn't fall. I notice that nobody was out here - not even the maidens that wake up so early everyday. When I reach the kitchen, I saw a shadow.
"Brent?" I said, "What are you doing here?" I asked.
He shrugged, "Woke up and couldn't sleep. I saw that the kitchen light was opened so I decided to stop by."
He stared at the glass.
"Can you cook?" he asked.
"Hmm, omelet." I said, choosing something super simple to made.
Brent grabbed the pan and lit up the stove.
Hey, I can't find the flip turner!
"Hey!" I exclaimed over my shoulder, "I can't flip the egg!"
Brent laughed.
"Hey! Stop laughing and help me!" I said to him.
I blushed and silently threw the egg away.
"Brent? Accalia?" a voice asked.
I squeaked, letting go off the turner that Brent was yanking back, as a result he fell on his back.
"Brent?" I asked, scratching my head, "Morning!"
