In the morning, Martin made a variety of foods including toast, fried eggs, and bacon sandwiches.
Blake came downstairs, stretched, sat at the dining table, and after tasting the fried egg on the white porcelain plate, she said, "That smells great."
Martin poured two cups of cowboy coffee, "You've been exercising a lot lately, eat more."
However, Blake forked one of the eggs from her plate to Martin's and said deliberately, "You've been consuming a lot of protein these past few days, have some more."
She blinked and added, "I had lots of protein last night, so it's okay to eat less this morning."
Martin thought to himself that when it comes to driving, indeed, men need to step aside for women.
Blake took a bite of the sandwich. The taste wasn't important, it was the feeling of a male god cooking for her that made her revel in the moment, and she couldn't help saying, "How wonderful it would be to wake up to such a lovingly made breakfast every day."
