Eleven and Zeiss made themselves comfortable in their usual breakfast position. Eleven had finished with the bread, and she served it with chamomile tea.
"The tea is lovely," Zeiss appreciated as he took a sip from his teacup.
"Really? Thank you." She flushed and bit her lips to stop a wide smile. "I just found the flavor in the cupboard; didn't know we had them."
"Oh really? Gianna must've gotten them recently," he responded, and she nodded.
"She must've." Eleven said. "They're returning the next day. I can't wait to see them." She squealed, and Zeiss chuckled.
Leaning back in his chair to get a better view of her, he said, "You miss them a lot, huh?"
"I do. Honestly."
"So you don't like staying with me. Alone?" Zeiss purred, and Eleven flushed as she stared up at his lethally handsome face. He had slicked his white hair back, his dark eyebrows full and arched as he watched her. His lips were curled in a smirk.
