Breakfast was a simple affair. Made with simple ingredients and placed into even simpler bowls. But Celeste had made it, she had given her heart to it, her love and watched with eyes of hesitant exuberance.
"It's great." I broke the silence. Celeste smiled. She sat next to me, draped herself over my shoulder and rested her head over mine. "Thanks… I- I thought you'd like it too."
I gave a love kiss to her forehead, finished the bowl and swept her off her feet. "Huh-?" I smiled and trailed a kiss over her cheek.
"Come here." I whispered. My feet already lay comfortably over the couch, my hair draped over the back and her next to me. "We need to talk."
She fluttered her eyes, thinking it different than the truth. "About what?"
"About your plans."
"What about them." She was defensive. Her tone terse.
