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LAURA

If there were two things that could make me wake up early, it was work and food. I was on vacation, so it defiantly wasn’t work, which left us with only one option—food.

And that was exactly why I found myself in the kitchen at 6am.

The kitchen was stocked full and it was quite easy to find my way around it. I fixed myself a cup of coffee and some toast, before parking my ass on one of the stools by the island. Placing my breakfast in front of me, I dove into it.

I was so caught up in eating that I didn’t notice when another person walked into the kitchen. It wasn’t until they were pulling a chair out on the other side of the island that I took note of the presence.

My head flew up, the piece of toast pausing mid-way to my mouth.

When my eyes locked on striking blue ones, I blinked. “Hello.”

“Hello,” he parroted, his eyes lighting up even more than they already were—if that was even possible. His blue eyes were so humour filled, one would think I was putting on a show. A c