The next morning Harvey woke up to the smell of breakfast. Natsuki was humming in the kitchen, walking back and forth cooking chocolate chip pancakes on the frying pan and coffee was brewing in the pot. He rolled out of bed, put on a pair of boxers and walked into the kitchen.
"Make yourself a plate," she said with a grin. "I've been eating since I woke up."
"You worked up an appetite?" he asked.
"It hardly felt like work, Harvey," she said with a twinkle in her eye. He kissed her neck and then got himself a plate, pouring himself coffee and grabbing a few pancakes.
"How did you make them?" he asked.
"It was easy, I just followed the directions on the box!" she said, delighted. He smiled, taking a bite of the pancakes. They were delicious. He ate four. When it came time for it he changed into his suit. She tied his tie and he slipped into his shoes.
"Have a great day," she said. "I'll clean up the mess and I'll see you later. Are we doing anything tonight?"
"I was thinking box seats at that new Broadway show," he said.
"That sounds great!" she said.
"Alright, I'll see you later." He kissed her goodbye and went out the door, thinking to himself,
I could get used to this.