“Good morning.” Samantha greeted. It made Gregory immediately looked at her. His composure seemed unmoved. He didn’t flinched at the sound of her sudden greeting. Samantha smiled because of the way he remained calm. 
“You’re up.” Gregory placed the cup above the countertop. “Good morning, Sam. What do you want for breakfast.” He asked her. 
Samantha went closer to one of the chairs placed in front of Gregory. She took a seat before she eyed him. “Like the way you want your breakfast.” She answered. 
Gregory moved away from leaning on the top and gave her a smile. “Would you like some coffee?” His smile went wide when he saw Samantha nod as an answer. “Okay. How do you like your coffee, Sam.” 
Samantha began chuckling lightly. “Pitch black, Greg.” She chuckled even more because she finally pinned a nickname she can call him. Her chuckle made Gregory’s eyes lit up with something that can be compared to amusement. 
“Then, a pitch black coffee will be ready for you Miss Samantha.” He turned around and went to do the deed of making coffee for Samantha. Samantha waited in content, watching Gregory make her a cup of coffee. Her smile stayed the whole time that she watching him prepare. 
He moved and placed the cup in front of her. “There you have, Miss. But be careful, it’s hot.” He smiled cheekily. 
Samantha went still for a bit. Gregory showed such a boyish smile. She smiled back, neglecting the erratic jump she felt inside her. “You will be a good barista, Gregory.” 
Gregory smiled in return. “I’ll just go back in my room to put on a shirt. I will be back to cook us oyr breakfast.” He excused himself politely before he walked back to the room where Sam head out. 
Samantha covered her mouth. They shared a bed? She moved her head. Her heart began to do some crazy leaps making her reach for the cup in front of her and started to dip her mouth closer towards it for a sip. She ran her tongue around her lower lip. “The coffee is smolting hot.” 
“Smolting like a lava?” Gregory came back. Making Samantha flinched for a bit. 
“You’re fast.” She replied to him. Gregory shrugged in return before he walked towards her. 
She followed through his fine masculine movements. Samantha started to feel a little bit self-conscious. He looked effortlessly gorgeous. She wanted to go back and prepped herself in front of the mirror. She slept with excess of make up in her face. Gregory probably had the look of its cake-up. She frowned. Why Is she thinking of this things? 
Samantha went to look back at Gregory. “Do you need help?” She offered. 
Gregory who was turning the stove turned to stared at her. He shook his head at her before he smiled. “Just let me do the thing, Sam.” He replied before he went with his movements. 
Gregory was swift, quick to finish the chore he set for himself to do. The plates were now laid in front of Sam. She took her time to looked each one of them. “These looked salivating.” She stared at Gregory who looked proud with what he made. 
“You’re going to love them, Sam. I cook good.” Gregory retorted. 
He was smiling and Samantha playfully rolled her eyes at his comment. “Then, I think it’s now time to give these a taste. I do wonder whether they really taste as appetizing as they look.” 
Gregory moved hus palm towards the food. “Give if try, Sam. My cooking will never fail your appetite.” 
Samantha gaze at the french-toast topped with sliced bits of strawberries and some blueberries. This one is a basic recipe. It’s a classic breakfast and the taste completely depends on its maker. “Simply --elegant looking.” She commented. 
She took a bite. “Mhmm.” She chewed it slowly, letting the flavor burst in her mouth. “This is good. I like how the toast was done.” She stared at Gregory to see his reaction. “I like its crisps.” She added. 
“Well, I’m glad you like it.” Gregory took a bite of what he made. A smile of triumph appeared on his face. “I’m really good.” He said it in a playful manner before he stared at Samantha who smiled at his expression. 
Samantha fiddlehead bacon-omelette Gregory made. “This one is a burst of color and flavor. This can served as a hearty breakfast. You can also have this one for lunch.” She took a bite of it and enjoyed its taste.” “I should have started with this instead with the sweet one.” 
“You’re a lover of sweets.” Gregory stated coolly. 
He was staring with intent that Samantha even covered her mouth as she chew her food. Making Gregory chuckle. “You’re cute.” He said before taking a bite with what he have on his own plate. 
“What are your plans for today, Sam?” Gregory asked her. 
Samantha draw her eyes to the plate. “I’ll go back to my apartment to change my clothes.” She looked at him and he had this look as if he is waiting for more. “I-wait. I wanted to ask you about or living arrangements.” 
“We will live together, Sam.” Gregory finished her sentence. 
Samantha nodded. “You’re right. We’ll live together.” She then disassociate as the thoughts started to come. “I need to pack my things first.” 
Gregory nodded his head. “I’ll help you.” He answered. 
“But I need to go to visit Grace in the hospital first before doing some packing.” Samantha proffered. She wanted to checked her condition. 
“I’ll accompany you.” He immediately replied. 
Samantha walked inside the hospital to go towards Grace’s room. A trouble look of confusion appeared to her when she saw a familiar figure getting out of the room where Grace was. A look of precaution was written in the person’s face. He turned and she saw him. Shock was written in his face before he sporadically turned to walk away with speed. Samantha matched the equaled urgency and started walking fast to catch up with the man. 
Someone pulled her wrist in an abrupt motion.” Sam? Where are you going? You surpassed your sister’s room already.” It was Gregory who caught her wrist. He pull her closer to her. 
Her eyes went back towards where the man headed into. What is he doing in here? She said ti herself mentally. She stared back at Gregory and his expression of question . Samantha shrugged her head. “I thought I saw someone I know.” She shrugged her head again. “I-I think I’m probably wrong.” She stammered. Samantha placed her hand on top of Gregory’s hand that’s been holding her wrist. 
She looked at where the person head off again. He was gone. It can’t be him. Samantha thought…