You woke up to find that he was gone, and your first reaction was to be incredibly embarrassed that he had found you snuggling up to him, your second was sadness that he had left.
You sighed and got up and left the room, and curiously followed the aroma wafting around in the house. You clambered down the stairs and found to your delight, that Ivan had not left, he was only making breakfast.
"Nightmares?"
"How did you know?"
"Just a feeling." He said turning to you with a gentle smile.
"Wow, you're like psychic or something." You giggled.
"Maybe just a little, da." Ivan teased.
"Sorry if I made you awkward last night." You said as you tucked yourself into a chair at the table.
"No, no, it's fine. It's perfectly normal to look for security when you're scared. I really didn't mind at all, honestly." He said as he put a plate of pancakes with sunny-side-up eggs for eyes and a bacon mouth, with a grape for a nose.
You laughed hysterically, "How did you know that I loved my food made into a childish manner?"
He laughed, and shrugged, "I'm psychic remember? But in all honesty, you seem like that kind of person."
You giggled, "Man, even Gil didn't know that."
He shook his head, "Then that's a shame. Especially if you were together for awhile."
"Two years we dated, but I was best friends with him since I was thirteen."
"Harsh, you've known him for five years and he didn't know?" Ivan asked.
"Not a clue." You replied sadly.