Refreshed and invigorated by a steamy shower shared with Rosy, Adonis emerged from the bathroom, the scent of lavender and Rosy's shampoo clinging to him. He knew getting dressed wouldn't take long, but the wait for Rosy felt like an eternity. The previous night had been a whirlwind, and his head buzzed with a mix of excitement and nervousness that surprised him.
He wandered downstairs, the creaking floorboards the only sound in the quiet house. The first rays of sunlight peeked through the kitchen window, casting a golden glow on the room. His stomach rumbled, reminding him of the long night and the lack of sleep.
He rummaged through Rosy's cabinets, surprised to find a well-stocked pantry. A smile lit up his face as he discovered the ingredients for a simple but delicious breakfast – scrambled eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. Humming a tune he couldn't quite place, Adonis set to work, the rhythmic clatter of pans a welcome contrast to the quiet of the morning.
