Sweet breakfast (1)

Vera bit the first toast with a little worry in her heart. She hoped it wouldn't be as sweet as to feel nauseous. She preferred salty food and had absolutely loved everything the evening before.

However, in the morning, things were different.

«Yesterday we didn't have dessert,» Neven pointed out, at some point. He had fried a bunch of other toasts for him and sat in front of her.

He reached to the jam and glanced at Vera, slightly - just slightly - worried she wouldn't like his way of cooking but found an ecstatic expression. She liked sweet, didn't she? He could buy a bakery and make them prepare sweet food for her every morning! He would have looked for something near his new flat in Milan.