The day dawned quietly, the early rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains in Olivia's room.
Izan stirred awake to the faint sounds of birds outside and the comforting presence of Olivia beside him, still asleep.
He watched her for a moment, her features soft and peaceful in the morning light.
A small smile touched his lips—this was a rare moment of stillness for him, a break from the chaos of his rising football career.
They began their day in a leisurely manner, with Olivia insisting on making breakfast.
Izan followed her into the kitchen, leaning casually against the counter as she bustled about, tying her hair back in a loose ponytail.
"You sure you know what you're doing?" Izan teased, his smirk mischievous.
Olivia shot him a playful glare. "I'm making pancakes, not building a rocket. Even you can't mess this up."
