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Annie stirred lightly when the sweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee tickled her nostrils. She inhaled deeply, a pleased hum escaping her. She really wanted to pour herself a cup of that heavenly Brazilian brew but she also desperately needed to sleep in.
She was barely lucid when she heard the door creak open minutes later, the strong smell of coffee wafting in.
“You don’t play fair.” Annie groggily uttered, eyes still closed.
“Morning to you too dear,” Pieck giggled softly.
“it’s Sunday.”
“And eleven in the morning.”
“You’re mean.”
“So mean that I brought my girlfriend a steaming hot cup of coffee along with her favorite Frittata.”
At that, Annie scrambled into a sitting position and sure enough, Pieck was holding a tray of both of their mugs and the aforementioned loved meal of hers.
“Gosh, I love you.”