Nothing special, but something I felt like writing. It was cute. This is more than a 100 words, too. This is hard. I'll get better. Lol They are so married.
Abbie walked into the kitchen, rubbing her eyes. She opened the fridge to get the milk, but it wasn't in there, nor was the juice. She closed it and checked the counter. Both of the items were there, along with a bowl with a spoon in it, the box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, a coffee mug, and a small glass cup. There was also a note. She didn't take this stuff out last night. Jenny wasn't here; Abbie doesn't sleep walk. The only other person who could have done this was Crane. She smiled, poured her cereal in a bowl. When she reached for the milk, it was still cold. She touched the juice, too. It was the same. He must've woken up about five minutes before her or something. He's been here for a few weeks now. He was probably used to her early schedule.
After she fixed her cereal, juice, and started the coffee maker, she read the note.
Since my horrific attempts at preparing you a fit dinner didn't go as planned, I thought it was rather safer for me to give you a head start on your breakfast, Leftenant. I hope this finds you well. Have a great day at work. I will see you when you return home.
Sincerely,
Ichabod Crane
P.S. I snuck a bowl of your Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Those crunchy little squares are rather delicious, especially with more sugar.
Abbie's smile grew bigger, and she searched through the drawers for a piece of paper and pen.
Thank you for my breakfast. I really appreciate it. It was thoughtful. I'll see you later.
Sincerely,
Abbie
P.S. Eat anymore of my cereal, and you will regret it. And no extra sugar. Heard of diabetes? I may have to hide that from you.
She removed Crane's note and replaced it with hers. She folded his note, then put it in her robe. She finished her breakfast. Abbie smiled when she felt the letter shuffle in her robe pocket as she walked to her room to get dressed.