ESTELLE'S POV
I slowly woke up to the soft light filtering through my curtains. I blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, and then it hit me: I wasn't alone in my bed. I turned my head to find Gabriel sprawled beside me, both of us blissfully naked.
A goofy grin spread across my face as I remembered the wild night we'd had. "Well, good morning, sleeping beauty," I teased, poking him in the side.
He stirred, mumbling something incoherent before finally cracking one eye open. "Morning! So... last night was something, huh?"
I burst out laughing. "You mean when we outran a madman, spray-painted the town and us having sex?"
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Yeah, definitely not your average night out."
"Wanna eat out?" I asked, smirking, knowing exactly where this was going.
Gabriel's eyes widened comically. "Me? Eat you out?"
I couldn't help but laugh and playfully smacked him. "No, silly! I meant eat out at a restaurant, somewhere!"
He feigned disappointment. "Oh, fine. But what about just cooking something?"
I rolled my eyes. "Why cook when I can pay for something delicious?"
His eyes widened in mock horror. "You're going to spend more and more money?!"
"Yes, now go wear your clothes! We're going," I said, shoving him playfully.
He sat up, glancing at the pile of sweaty clothes from last night. "But I'm still in the same sweaty outfit!"
I scoffed, tossing my black hoodie and joggers at him. "Wear this! You can't go out looking like that."
He caught the clothes, a grin creeping across his face. "Alright, alright! I'll wear your stuff. Just don't judge me if I look fabulous."
As he slipped into my hoodie and joggers, I couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous he looked. "You actually do look kind of cute in that," I admitted.
"Cute? I'll take it!" he said, striking a silly pose.
Once we were both dressed, we headed out, the crisp morning air hitting us as we stepped outside. "I'm serious about spending money," I said, looking at him with a grin. "I will spend it anytime I want, and no one will stop me!"
Gabriel laughed, shaking his head. "Just don't spend it all on something crazy, like a life-sized statue of yourself!"
"Oh, please! That would be so worth it!" I shot back, and we both cracked up again.
As we made our way to the restaurant, the excitement of the day ahead filled me with energy.
No more worrying, just fun and food with my favorite partner-in-crime. With this idiot by my side, I was ready to take on the world—one ridiculous adventure at a time.
We finally sat down, the aroma of delicious food wafting through the air. I was feeling generous, so I ordered a feast for us—everything from burgers to fries, because why not? I was treating him again, and I was determined to make it an epic brunch.
As our food arrived, I dove in, but I quickly noticed something—Gabriel was attacking his plate like he hadn't eaten in a week. I mean, I knew he loved food, but this was next level. He was shoveling fries into his mouth as if they were going out of style, and there was a ketchup stain forming on his chin that was becoming a work of art.
"Wow, you really are going for that 'last supper' look, huh?" I teased, trying to suppress my laughter.
He looked up, his mouth half-full, and grinned at me with a cheeky sparkle in his eyes. "What? It's delicious! I'm just... maximizing my experience!"
