That morning, Holly woke up with a sweet scent beside her. When she opened her eyes, a tray of pancakes and milk was on the table beside her bed.
Holly sat on the bed and found Felix reading a book on the sofa. It was a shame that Felix woke up earlier than her.
"Why is there food here? Did you cook it?" Holly's question caught Felix's attention. He closed his book and leaned closer to Holly's side.
"This house must be on fire if I cook."
Holly chuckled. She took the tray and smelled a sweet aroma that made her stomach hungry.
"Why does Felicity prepare breakfast here?"
Felix held Holly's forehead; without a word, he pressed his forehead to Holly's. "It's getting better," he said.
"What? What's getting better?" Holly was confused.
Felix looked at her meaningfully, but Holly missed a single meaning from him. Holly suddenly felt something odd. Felix was acting quite strange this time.
