Porcoline's eyes fluttered open in the morning light. He was waking up alone yet again. A sort of emptiness overwhelmed him momentarily. He stretched out on the bed, every joint cracking in protest.
'Not getting any younger I suppose,' he thought to himself.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and rubbed his eyes. Things looked a little blurry until he blinked a few times and corrected his vision. He stood up and dressed himself before turning to face the door that lead out to the hallway. Before he took a step, someone knocked.
"Porcoline," he definitely knew that voice. The lovely Frey was on the other side of that door.
He smoothed down his hair a bit and straightened up the chef hat that always sat atop his head before walking over to open the door.
"Hello, my dear!" Porcoline exclaimed, "What brings you here so early? Did you by chance bring breakfast?! I smell something yummy!"
Frey smiled and revealed the two plates that she had hidden behind her back.
"Just some fried eggs," Frey answered, "And a bit of toast. Would you like me to go downstairs and grab some orange juice for us?"
Porcoline shook his head and pulled out one of the chairs from his table.
"Sit," he said, "I'll get the juice."
He walked down the stairs, quite excited to share breakfast with Frey. He had an extra bounce to his step as he strode over to the refrigerator and poured two glasses of juice.
"You seem happy."
"Meggie!" Porcoline called to her, "I'm quite popular this morning! Frey brought breakfast, and you came to visit early! It just makes me so happy!"
Meg smiled.
"So, have you told her yet?" she asked, putting away the juice Porcoline had left on the counter.
The chef looked embarrassed and his eyes were suddenly downcast.
"I was going to. Yesterday." he responded, "Doug dropped by. Sort of killed the moment."
Meg could tell that there was something else on his mind.
"Come on, out with it!" she teased.
"I think that he... Doug that is... Has feelings for Frey."
"Oh, I see..." Meg replied, "Does Frey know?"
Porcoline shook his head.
"I don't think so. She knows something strange is going on with him, but I feel like she's oblivious to these things. Even as forward as I think I am, I feel like she hasn't got a clue that I lo... Like her..."
"You better head back up before your food gets cold," Meg stated, "I don't think you have much to worry about with Doug. After all, she's bringing *you* breakfast, not him."
Porcoline thought for a moment before his smile widened.
"You do have a point, Meggy," he turned and left, climbing back up the stairs.
He entered his room and sat one of the cups of juice in front of Frey. He then seated himself, resting his elbow on the table and resting his face in his hand.
"You never answered me," he said mischevously, "Are you here this early because you missed your wuvly angel?"
Frey choked on the bite of toast she had taken.
'Does he actually know?' she thought to herself, 'Or is he just being his usual flirty self? Gah! It's so confusing!"
Frey's internal turmoil seemed to amuse Porcoline.
