Don quickly settled on a simple yet satisfying breakfast: bacon, eggs, toast, and juice. 'Nothing too extravagant,' he thought, as he moved efficiently around the kitchen.
'The message is what's important here, not the complexity of the meal.' He knew that if this little gesture went over well, it could pave the way for bigger impressions down the line—maybe even a dinner, though he'd have to carefully time it. 'Don't want them getting used to me doing this regularly. That would defeat the purpose.'
As the smell of bacon filled the kitchen, Don began plating the food, starting with Summer's portion. He figured she'd be down soon, and sure enough, about twenty minutes later, he heard her footsteps on the stairs. When she entered the kitchen, she looked around, confusion evident on her face.
"Where's Mom?" she asked, her eyes narrowing as she looked around.
