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Scola woke up to the faint sounds of country music playing. He rolled over and checked the clock. It was 8 o’clock on a Saturday morning. He and Tiff had a wonderful date night the day before that ended in him sleeping over at her place.
He sat up and stretched his arms out a bit. He went to look for his shirt to put on and couldn’t find it anywhere. He settled for the white tank he had worn underneath paired with his plaid boxer shorts.
He stumbled out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. There he found Tiff wearing his blue button down from the night before and a pair of black panties. She was cooking something in a pan on the stove and singing softly to herself Shania Twain’s “Any Man But Mine.”
“Good morning.” Scola greeted quietly, trying not to scare her.
She turned from her place at the stove. “Good morning.” She looked a bit sheepish. “I hope the music didn’t wake you. I tried to keep it at a respectable volume.”
“Eh, I needed to get up anyway.” Scola waved a hand and met her behind the counter. He stood beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist. “What are we making?”
“Just scrambled eggs with cheese, and a little onion.” She replied with a smile.
“Sounds delicious.” He kissed her temple and gave her a small squeeze before retreating for the coffee pot, which Tiff had already brewed with some of the ground coffee he had bought her recently. He dug in her cupboard and grabbed two mugs. He poured a cup for her and himself. He brought them both over and sat them on the counter.
Tiff dished them both up some eggs and a few pieces of toast she had made earlier and joined him on a stool beside him. Scola dug into the eggs and took a bite of toast. He sipped his coffee and smiled over the edge at her. Tiff wasn’t the blushing type but she could feel her cheeks getting warm. She loved these mornings with Scola. Normal moments outside of their chaotic work lives.
“Last night was fun.” Tiff commented.
“It was.” Scola replied. “The dinner was nice, and the art was lovely. But being back here with you was even better.” He added with a wink.
Tiff laughed and nudged him with her shoulder.
They had finished their breakfast and the last of their coffee when Garth Brooks’ “The Dance” came on the radio. Scola smiled and stood up from his stool at the counter.
“May I have this dance?” Scola asked, reaching a hand out to her.
“You may.” Tiff grinned and took his hand.
Scola wrapped one arm around her waist and Tiff draped hers over his shoulder and they slowly began to sway to the music.
**Our lives are better left to chance I could have missed the pain But I'd have had to miss the dance.**
Scola sang along quietly to the song.
“This is such a sad song.” Tiff realized.
“Yeah. But I’m glad I didn’t miss this dance.” Scola replied.
He took his hand out from hers and reached up to cup her cheek, kissing her softly.
Tiff smiled against his lips. “You’re so cheesy.”
“But you love it.” He winked before kissing her again.
She did, and she couldn’t wait for many more mornings like this one.