The morning brings bright sunlight streaming in through the curtainless windows that lined the walls of the cramped room. "Places to be, things to learn, fictional characters to meet," I propel myself out of bed. A shower, a warm English breakfast, then off to fulfill my dreams.

I shiver as cold water runs over my bare shoulders. The water will not budge from a temperature of about 10 degrees. That's 50 degrees to you Americans. Either way, it's bloody cold in the shower.

I get out plenty quick, and change into my CHB shirt that I obviously have, because I have nearly every piece of fandom merch imaginable. I put on my best pair of jean shorts as well, and blow dry my hair. As soon as the straight locks are dry, I pin them up with the thick pins that I use every time I go out. I check my appearance. Thick glasses, pinned up hair, CHB outfit. I smile a bit then open the door.

I don't know what I expect to see when I opened the door, but I didn't expect to smell breakfast. I follow the smell to the kitchen, where the least likely person is standing there, cooking sausages.

"Ethan! what the hell?"

He turns around and glances at my face. Taking his hand off the pan he says quietly, "ta-da," and offers a small and apologetic smile. He slides the sausages onto the plate, and places the plate at a seat across from where he sits down. Not taking a bite, I sit down and simply stare at him.

"What is this?"

"Um, well. I made breakfast."

"Clearly," I roll my eyes.

"I wanted to apologize for last night. I realize we didn't get off to a great start. But I wanted to make you feel at home, so I made a traditional English breakfast...for you to... you know...eat.

I pick up the fork tentatively, not looking away from Ethan the whole time. I take a bite and relish the taste. It really tastes like my dad's cooking when he made a hot breakfast on the weekends.

"Alright, well um, this is delicious, and now chat up, tell me when you did this."

"Last night."

"You went to the shop at night to get ingredients to make breakfast for a girl you don't even know."

"Uh...well...um...yeah. I made it this morning while you were taking a shower."

"I can't believe you actually did that."

"Oh my god, why are you making such a big deal out of it. I was being kind."

"I don't like kindness."

"You two. Fighting like an old married couple." I turn to see Sofi standing by the door.

"Sofi!" I exclaim, eyes wide open. "When did you get here."

"Slipped in a few seconds ago. You were too busy arguing to notice."

I hear a slap from the other side of the table and look across just in time to see Ethan whisper, "girls," as he facepalms.

"Geez, let it go, Sofi."

"Let it go, let it go, can't hold it ba-" she sings, mocking.

"No, none of that 'Frozen' abomination," Ethan demands from across the table.

"What's the matter with a little children's movie?" Sofi retorts.

"What is this you speak of," I question.

"Doesn't matter silly. Now get ready to go. Both of you," she nods to Ethan. I push the plate towards him as the door shuts softly behind Sofi.

"I'll wash the dishes. Ju-just get ready," he gets up and walks past my seat on the way to the bedroom. "Wait," I touch his shoulder gently as he walks past. I stand up so I'm just a couple centimeters shorter than him. "I just...thanks." I surprise even myself by leaning up and giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. He blushes and quickly walk away.