Alex POV
I still cannot believe that she didn't serve me pancakes for a week. And why, is still a mystery.
I may sound like a whining kid because I didn't get what I want but I don't care. Not everyone will understand me and I don't care.
It is not just a simple breakfast that is made of flour and milk. It is something that connects me to her. It was like a part of her or something that belongs to her that she chose and voluntarily shared with me.
I knew it was not on the menu.
I knew that she was not charging me for that.
And I knew that it was her breakfast that she was sharing with me.
I don't know the reason behind that but just the thought brings a smile to my face.
Then suddenly she takes it away. It was like a feeling when you were offered to have a free taste of pastry in your favorite bakeshop and when you liked it and wanted more they would tell you that it will not be for sale.
How disappointing.
