Malcolm Bright
When I opened my eyes the smell of coffee filled my nose. I looked to see Celine was no longer beside me. I turned around and saw she was now sitting at the counter; she was sketching something on a piece of paper.
Celine: Morning
Malcolm: Morning, that coffee for me or you?
Celine: Funny
I walked over and grabbed it, taking a sip of it. She had made it almost identical to the way that I made it.
Malcolm: How'd you know I like my coffee?
Celine: Would you believe me if I said I profiled you?
I chuckled before walking around to see what she was drawing. It looked like some type of garden scene.
Malcolm: What kind of flowers are those?
Celine: Carnations
Malcolm: Is that your favorite flower?
Celine: No, I'm deadly allergic to them. They're just really pretty to draw
I went to say something before noticing my trashcan was full of muffin wrappers, she followed my gaze and looked at me with an innocent smile.
Malcolm: You at all my muffins
Celine: Don't blame me, it was the baby
I sat down next to her and we spent the morning talking. It was moments like this that I was grateful for, plus I sleep like a baby whenever she's around. I could really get used to this.
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Prodigal Son; Malcolm Bright
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