The first light of Monday spilled softly through the curtains, pale and persistent.
The smell of coffee drifted into the bedroom, rich and comforting.
Luca groaned, flinging his arm across his eyes. "Five more minutes."
"Nope," Noel called from the kitchen, his tone playful but firm. "Five more minutes is over. Monday exists. You exist. And they expect you."
Luca rolled over, the blanket tangled around him. "I don't exist yet. Let me hibernate."
Noel chuckled as he came closer. "Hibernate all you want later. Right now, coffee exists. Breakfast exists. You should probably exist too."
"Breakfast exists for you," Luca muttered, dragging a hand across his face. "Not me."
"Wrong." Noel appeared in the doorway, sliding a plate onto the nightstand with a soft clink. "You get breakfast. I made your favorite—eggs, toast, and that ridiculous avocado thing you like."
Luca's nose twitched. "That does sound unfairly good."
