I wake up to another gloomy morning. It's been raining non stop for several weeks.
Annoyed already, I get out of bed and walk downstairs to the kitchen. It was different today. I smelled the bitter coffee that I had gotten from my aunt but have never used before being brewed. There also seems to be something on the stove.
"Bacon?" I said, "Didn't even know I still had some.."
I reach for the stove knob and turn it to turn the gas off. But right as I let go, I heard a door open.. then close. I turn around and see what is a tall, elegant man walking towards me. No shirt, a towel just big enough to cover his waist.
"Giga Chad.." I said squinting my eyes.
"What are you talking about? My name is Steve."
