Under The Same Spotlight (Daragon) | Book 1 - Completed ✓

Chapter 5

The aroma of burnt bacon and the smell of buttery pancakes lingers inside the place. It's as if I was transported back in the past when breakfast isn't hurriedly made and it's considered the best meal of the day at home; eating with your family before the chaos brought by the outside world begins.

I slowly open my eyes. "Argh," I whine when I feel a pang of pain in my back as I am trying to get up from sleeping soundly on Sebastian's couch that I consider the best couch ever.

I peek at my phone screen to check the time.

8:22 am.

Oh, dear. It's so early for my lazy ass. I could use another hour to sleep.

I turn back to where the kitchen is, spotting Sebastian's back. He's cooking with his black fleece plaid pajamas still on and an apron hanging on his neck.

Sol and Ina are lying cozily at the bar counter while Louie is at Sebastian's side, looking up to see what he's doing.

"You're cooking..." I mumble. We've known each other for God knows how long but he never cooked for any of us, well, except today. It has always been Calvin's forte.

He turns sideways, holding a spatula in the other hand. "Finally! I thought you wouldn't leave my house anymore." He teasingly remarks.

I roll my eyes heavenwards. "Don't ruin my morning," I say with gritted teeth before stomping towards the bathroom.

I look at my reflection in the mirror. I'm still wearing the same clothes from yesterday, my hair's a mess, and my eyes are still a bit puffy.

I turn on the faucet and splash a good amount of water onto my face. I want to wash up already and sleep the whole day. I wanna take a moment to thank my ancestors for not giving me a work deadline and meetings today.

I need to go back to my place before I lose my sanity here.

I open the bottom cabinet to get a piece of a new toothbrush. I start brushing my teeth. Sebastian has a stack, I don't know why, probably for all the girls he's sleeping with...

I pull my hair up into a bun before walking my way to the kitchen and settle at the dining table where there's a plate of perfectly half-cooked sunny side up, slices of sourdough, flawlessly circular pancakes, and slightly crispy bacon.

Sebastian places a cup of brewed coffee beside my plate. "You have to pay me for your lodging and expensive breakfast." He says, sitting on the chair opposite mine.

"You're rich, rich, you don't need any more quiet money in your pocket. Besides, isn't this your fault?" I rebut, matter-of-factly, before taking a good sip of my cup of coffee. "Ahhh!" I screech as I feel the heat of it in my body. Nothing beats morning arabica coffee with a dash of sugar and a splash of oat milk.

He rests his arms on the table, staring at me. "Eat up,"

I start digging into the food in front of me. Damn. I can't remember the last time I had breakfast at home—not exactly my home though but still, the feeling is nostalgic.

"You're coming at the press con tomorrow, right?" He asks, grinning.

I unbelievably look at him. "I've just been tagged as your girlfriend and you want me to be present in all of your public appearances?" I couldn't believe his eagerness to mess with my life from time to time.

"I'm kidding," He says, sounding defeated. He takes a bite of bacon, munching on it while staring at the floor-to-ceiling glass walls, overlooking the entire city.

What is he thinking?

The weather is gloomy so the sunlight isn't as blinding as the usual morning days. I scrutinize his perfectly sculptured face. The darkness underneath his eyes is still visible but not as bad as before. He has a chiseled jawline that's very evident on whichever side of his face, his lips are plump all around and with no gap in between, and his hair's in a natural short do.