He made food

Olivia wakes up to the smell of food, when she looks at the clock it's almost 9, as much as she knows the Weitheimers will never have any servants. And yesterday she really thought that she would wake up early to prepare breakfast but then the aroma of food, Mr. Maximum can't be the one cooking can he? She gets up from her bed and walk towards the kitchen, she open the door and sees a plate with two pieces of toast on the countertop.

Did he really made these?

Olivia thinks to herself. It was just like him, to do things in such an odd way. She picks up the plate, and takes a bite. The bread is soft, so fluffy and chewy, it tastes amazing. She finishes the last piece, wondering how to get another as she feels unexpectedly hungry for more.

Her stomach is grumbling, Olivia puts her now empty plate back on the table. "Oh man..." she whispers out.

She quickly put her hair into a ponytail, she had no idea why she did woke up late, probably because she really slept well. It wasn't