No More Waiting, She Chooses Love

"Director Hudson, there you are! I was beginning to think you hadn't shown up."

I was just about to check if my breakfast had been tossed into the trash when Grant walked in, holding a bag. "Here, breakfast!"

As soon as he mentioned breakfast, everything made sense.

Breakfast had arrived, but it wasn't the one Dustin had sent over.

I didn't say anything, just looked at him, knowing he wouldn't bring me breakfast without a reason.

As expected, as he set down the breakfast, he said, "Got called into the office for overtime by Mr. Collins at 5 AM and I was so hungry I ended up eating the breakfast on your desk. This is to make it up to you."

I didn't buy his story for a second, but I was too tired to call him out on it. "No need to make it up, I've already eaten."

Truth be told, I hadn't eaten at all. For some reason, I had lost all interest in food these past few days, as if I had lost the ability to feel hungry, and even the thought of eating made me nauseous.

"You can't say that, you must think what I got isn't tasty. But trust me, it's specially made," Grant said with a mysterious grin.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Really? Well, let me have a look. If it suits my taste, I might take a few bites."

Opening the food container, I found a breakfast of scrambled eggs with shrimp and veggies, a porridge sweetened with maple syrup, and my favorite side salads.

and I even had a hunch who might have arranged

bad, huh? Tasty, fragrant, nutritious - it's got it all," Grant said, reaching to unpack the utensils for

shut. "Meh,

your favorites, aren't they? How

know my favorites?" I cut him off, fixing him with a stern

mumbled, "I... I heard you mention them, remember? During one of

it up as he went along; I wasn't

had Ernest's fingerprints all over

still playing these games, really getting under my skin and confusing me at the

these meals, demand an explanation, but I

he did this,

like it forever. People can change course even in love, let alone with a breakfast," I pushed the

lost for words, "then what do you want to eat? Just tell me, and I'll have... I'll have someone get it

with making sure I ate. If I didn't eat, he wouldn't be

pancakes," I said, reminiscing about a dish my host in Galaxy Harbor once made for me. It was delicious,

was a local delicacy; his ignorance wasn't

don't even know what I'm talking about, let alone prepare it for me. Better

looked down at