"What is that yummy smell?" Drake murmured, still feeling drowsy, leaning against his room's door.
She was putting his kitchen to good use for the first time since he bought the apartment. Before this day, he only used his highly equipped kitchen to warm the packed food in his microwave. Whenever he sought homemade food, he would either have it delivered or go to his parent's house.
"It's a shame not to cook in this kitchen. You have everything!" Sara giggled, brewing coffee. "How do you like your coffee? Milk or Black?"
"Milk," Drake yawned, sitting on the couch, watching Sara bustling through the kitchen. The warm smell of pancakes, omelets, and coffee enthralled his nostrils. He wondered if this was what he was going to wake up to every morning. It felt nice.
"Great! How much sugar
