The 7 Princes & Me

Kitchen Meet-Cute's

You couldn't fall back asleep.

 You groaned and looked at the clock beside you. It read 6:30, you frowned. Way too early, you buried your head in your pillow. 

No matter what you did, sleep couldn't find you. You huffed and sat up. 

Well, there's no use in going back to bed, might as well get up and find some breakfast. 

You sighed and trudged out of bed, you grabbed your robe and wrapped it around your figure. You didn't want to make the same mistake you made yesterday, you laughed at the thought. 

You tiptoed down the stairs to the kitchen, surely they would be fine with you grabbing something to eat.

You peered behind a pillar and your eyes widened.

The kitchen was occupied.

You gulped, and you were pretty sure it was the other guy who didn't want you to be here. You sweat from your hiding spot, what were you going to do?

It was at that moment that your stomach grumbled extremely loud, you gawked at it and then looked back at the kitchen to find a prince staring at you straight in the eye. 

Your eyes widened and you hid behind the pillar completely. You heard him sigh.

"You might as well come out of there, princess," he groaned. "I've already seen you." You sighed and peered from behind the pole. 

The prince looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. He shook his head and held his nose like you were a nuisance.

"What do you want?" He spat. You frowned and hugged yourself.

"I just wanted something to eat," you looked down shyly. He looked at you with a scowl. He pursed his lips and sighed.

"Fine," he shook his head. "I can't believe I'm doing this," you heard him mutter to himself. He rummaged through the fridge and grabbed some eggs and vegetables. You quirked a brow, you were about to help when he glared at you.

"Just sit over there and stay out of the way," he pointed to the counter and you gave surrendering hands. 

Sheesh, you thought to yourself. What was his problem? You silently sat at the counter watching him cook.

You felt bad that you didn't know his name, he was making you breakfast regardless of his feelings towards you. You'd ask him once he was done since he seemed to get pretty angry when he got distracted.

You couldn't help but observe him and his extremely broad shoulders and large build. 

He must have felt your stare because he glanced at you, you looked away and blushed. You didn't see but he stared at you curiously. He went back to cooking and you sat there playing with the belt of your robe.

After a few minutes, you heard someone clear their throat in front of you. You looked up and was met with a steaming hot plate full of deliciousness. Your mouth watered at the giant omelet and strips of bacon sitting before you. You beamed at the prince.

"Thank you!" You squealed, I haven't had something this fancy in a long time! "This looks amazing!" He rose a brow at your excitement.

"It's just an omelet, silly," he whispered that last part. You looked at him and you went sheepish. You shrugged.

"I've never had one in a really long time," you rubbed a hand behind your neck. "I usually just eat a crust of bread for breakfast or a couple crackers." His eyes widened at this, but then he went stern again. He pursed his lips and was about to leave when you waved your arms. He turned and looked at you like you were crazy. You chuckled awkwardly.