Amidst the inviting aromas of freshly brewed coffee and a medley of mouthwatering dishes, stood a little angel. As Noel had come whistling into the breakfast room, he stopped short as he spotted Emilia with the sun shining over her. The moment was quite different from when he had come to her in his house, dancing on top of the kitchen counter. And yet, with the tantalizing aromas, it seemed much like it.
He realized now why he had not been happy going back into that house again. He had become used to seeing her there, cooking or dancing or even cleaning dead fishes! And he'd missed her presence in that house. Shaking his head in the direction of his thoughts, he sighed and stepped back.
Signalling to the wait staff, who approached him, he asked a few quick questions and made his way to her table.
