Step On It

Drake and Eleanor sat together for breakfast, surprisingly calm despite their earlier argument. The morning sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the table.

Eleanor poured herself a cup of coffee, taking a sip before glancing at Drake. "You agreed that Sophia would be my maid?" she asked, her tone softening.

Drake nodded, stirring his tea. "Sophia? Cedric's sister, right?"

"Yeah," Eleanor confirmed.

"Do as you wish. There's nothing urgent happening in Jamila anyway," Drake shrugged.

They ate in silence for a while, the clinking of utensils being the only sound. Despite their differences, they fell into a comfortable rhythm, each lost in their own thoughts.

Finally, Drake broke the silence. "So, are you all packed up?"

Eleanor set down her fork, replying, "I'm ready to go. We can leave now if you want."