In her kitchen, making breakfast for her and her roomate..
Her chest felt strangely warm.
"…You didn't have to do this," she mumbled, rubbing her arm.
Ethan shot her a look. "Didn't have to come over last night either. But I did."
Lila's lips parted.
She didn't know how to respond to that.
Because it was true.
He didn't have to do any of this.
And yet… he did.
Instead of dealing with the sudden emotions bubbling up in her chest, she cleared her throat and changed the subject.
"What are you even making?" She stepped closer, peering over his shoulder.
Ethan smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Lila rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, don't act all mysterious. Just tell me."
Ethan chuckled but finally relented, nudging the plate beside him. "Pancakes, eggs, bacon. Simple stuff."
Lila glanced at the plate.
Okay. Maybe simple wasn't the right word.