With a final glance at the not-so-perfect breakfast, I decided to bring a plate to Lise. Maybe the effort would make up for the less-than-stellar presentation. I grabbed a tray, arranged the pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon as neatly as I could, and headed back to my room, balancing the tray carefully.
As I walked through the quiet hallways, the smell of bacon wafted up, mingling with the scent of slightly burnt pancakes. I couldn't help but smile, thinking about Lise's reaction. When I reached my door, I took a deep breath, knocked gently with my foot, and pushed it open.
Lise was still in bed, her hair tousled from sleep. She stirred at the sound of the door, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. "Eileen?" she mumbled, blinking in confusion.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," I said with a grin, walking over and setting the tray on the bedside table. "I brought you breakfast."
