It was a breezy Wednesday morning, sunlight spilling softly through the kitchen windows of Amelia's apartment. She sat at the counter, lazily chewing a dry piece of toast, her legs crossed, hair pinned up in a loose bun as she stared blankly at the wall. The taste was dull, the texture borderline cardboard, and she couldn't help the sigh that slipped past her lips.
"I miss real food," she muttered to herself, glancing down at the slice as if it were to blame. "Is it too much to ask for some scrambled eggs or perfectly browned pancakes? Kai may have been annoying, but at least he knew how to cook."
Right on cue, the front door burst open and Sera strutted in, her chin held high.
