"Where's Jean? did you go to the bathroom?" Jian asked silently, then took out his cell phone to look at the time.
"It's six in the morning? That means Jean is already in the kitchen, but why didn't you wake me up and give me a good morning kiss?" Jian asked a little surprised while rubbing the nape of his neck because usually in the morning Jean always woke him up by massaging his back, only when he woke up he immediately got a morning kiss.
Jian lazily finally got up from his bed and walked towards the kitchen to enjoy the coffee that Jean usually prepared with jam bread and the morning newspaper.
Arriving in the kitchen, he saw Jean was busy frying something. Jian sat on the chair where he usually sat but there was nothing on his desk, completely empty, no coffee, jam buns and the morning newspaper.
"Jean, isn't my coffee ready yet dear?" Jian asked still not fully aware of the strangeness he was facing.
