T.D.o.N.B: Responsible Father

My chocolate cake was amazing. Out of this world, and yet, Tihana, upon her return, didn't say anything about her conversation with John. Both Celestine and me, knowing where she want, poked her with some keywords, to squeeze something out, but she didn't spill the beans at all.

I don't know if she expected I would be listening to everything anyway, or was there something else. It bugged me throughout the whole night. I couldn't even enjoy myself with my girlfriend properly...

I told her everything, and she wasn't in a mood either. 

Then the morning came. I made a regular breakfast. Some toasts, eggs, and bacon. Those weren't perfect, because I still had in mint Tihana and was thinking about how to get her to speak, so I could possibly overcook some of my food...