Chapter 55: Horace
Horace woke up early, he was anxious about meeting his boss. He got to the kitchen and tried to keep it quiet as he made coffee, but the clinking was impossible to avoid.
“Hmm?” Gula mumbled, waking up. She had a chocolate wrapper next to her pillow. “What is it?”
“Nothing, it’s still early. Go to sleep,” Horace said and caressed her hair.
“No, you’re up, so I’ll get up.” Gula sat up on the cot with her eyes closed. “I’m getting up,” she said, doing no such thing.
Horace chuckled. “Seriously, Gula, I can make my own coffee, it’s okay.”
“Nooo,” she whined. “It’s like my one pleasure.” Gula forced her eyes open and blinked too many times, forcing the sleep dust away. She stood up and sleepily started making breakfast for him.
Horace sighed and hugged her from behind
