The next morning, Anos woke up to the faint scent of incense drifting through the small gap under his door. He blinked his eyes open, took in the warmth of the room, and stepped out. Sofia was already at the table, setting breakfast in an almost dreamlike silence.
"You're finally awake," she said softly, glancing up with a slight smirk. "Wash up, then come eat. You've got school to get to."
Anos didn't bother with washing up. Instead, he slid into the chair, his gaze lingering on Sofia as he reached for a poached egg. She looked different this morning—hair loosely falling over her shoulders, cheeks lightly flushed from the kitchen heat.
"Miss Sofia," he said, voice low and almost teasing. "How about I stay here with you from now on? Let's make this our life."
Sofia gave him a sharp look, though a hint of color rose in her cheeks. "How about you stop playing around and clean up? You're not staying here."
