Cecilia pov
Karl said he wanted to be in a relationship with me, but fundamentally, there was no change.
I seriously doubt if this guy even knows what an intimate relationship is. Saturday was a day off, and I woke up a bit later than usual.
After getting ready, I went to the kitchen for breakfast. My eyes were swollen again, as expected.
I held a hot boiled egg in my hand, still unpeeled, and tilted my head back, rolling it over my eyes.
Then, I saw Karl standing there with a tired face, disheveled hair, looking sleepy as he reached for water from the fridge.
Oh, morning grumpiness. I turned away, continuing to roll the egg over my eyes.
