you race back to the kitchen and see him watching the egg grill
"would you like help making the omelet?"
you stumble over your words, still in shock the one and only mitch is standing in your kitchen "i-i-i guess... i was just going to cut the onions."
you see him walk towards the onions and he leans over you, taking over your arms
his insufflation tickles your neck and you inhale his morning-breath joyously
you turn back to the omelet and stare at it's beauty thinking the one and only mitch was helping you
he backs away and you pour the onions into the egg
mitch and you stare at the egg as it sizzles, and he quickly puts it on a plate once its finished
"for you, cutie pie" a smile spreads across his face
