My mornings usually start with me waking up to the smell of Pierre's cooking. The morning after my disastrous attempt at the play was no different.

Although I still had fifteen minutes left before I had to get up, the smell of the pancakes energized my muscles. Soon I was stripping off my clothes as I ran into my shower.

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Huge stacks of pancakes lay near my usual place at the dining table. My mouth began watering from the mere sight of them, but I made sure to keep my face expressionless as I sat on my seat.

The kitchen door creaked as it opened, revealing a portly man who stood behind it. His face was hairless, except for the bushy dark hair that sat upon his round head. His skin was of a similar complexion to mine. The moment his eyes landed on me, a massive grin split his face in two.

"Ah, Angelo, morning!"

I nodded. "Morning, Pierre. How was your break?"

Waving his hands, Pierre rushed towards the table. "It was great!"

I smiled. "That's nice, but I'm glad you're back. Trust me, Pierre, you don't want to know the horror I had to go through on the first morning you didn't come!"

Pierre frowned. "That one entered the kitchen again!"

Sitting down in front of the food, I sighed. "Sadly. You don't even want to know the... thing created!"

"Oh do tell, I'll love to hear your thoughts about it!"

"Well, she left eggshells in it, so there's that. She also added about a full bottle of alcohol to it-"

My words caught in my throat. Wait, that's not Pierre's voice!

The chair groaned as Annie, who glared at me, dragged then sat on it. "Why did you stop? Please, continue!"

"You do know I stopped out of consideration of your feelings, right?"

She laughed. "Oh, don't mind them, go on!"

I shrugged. "Well, if you insist. My next complaint is the lack of batches-"

"Angelo Smith, not another word from you!"

"I thought you wanted me to continue? I don't get you sometimes!"

"You and me both, sir."

Annie's head whipped around, nearly undoing the bun that her hair was set in. "Pierre, please, kindly explain what you mean by that."

Her eyes spat fire as she said that. Pierre's eyes were like ice, matching her burning gaze as he hissed, "Oh, I will! I don't understand what spirit possessed you and forced you into my best apron while I was away!"

"Excuse me? Spirit?" Annie crossed her arms. "Pierre, what exactly are you trying to say?"

"Isn't it clear? I want you to admit to me what spirit entered you and dragged you into the kitchen. The quicker you tell me, the quicker I know which exorcist to call!"

"You know what, you're right! A spirit dragged me into the kitchen-"

"Well, that explains it."

I rose my hands up in surrender when Annie directed her glare at me. "I'm sorry, this is between you and Pierre, please continue!"

She narrowed her eyes at me, then her gaze went back to Pierre. "The spirit of love dragged me into the kitchen-"

Here we go.

"-something you wouldn't understand because greed drives your culinary skills! Unlike you, the spirit of love is what made me get up in the morning to make him breakfast. It's too bad somebody couldn't even appreciate the delicious dish I prepared for him!" Her glare fixed on me again. "Do you know how hard I worked on making it?"

I shrugged. "Not hard enough?"

"No, it was- argh!" Throwing back her chair back, she leaped up. "You know what, I give up! I hope you choke on his food!"'

Pierre jeered, "It'll be a much better alternative to consuming yours. Much less painful death!"

Annie paused in her tracks after flinging open the doors to the living room, opening her mouth. After a few moments of silence, she shot Pierre a murderous look, then stormed out.

Barely a moment after she had, an uncomfortable feeling came over me.

A shiver ran through my body, closely followed by a sigh. "Ann, wait."

I can't keep on feeling this way-

"Yes, Angelo?"

Another sigh escaped my lips. "Thank goodness you came back! Please close the door, you forgot to do it on your way out."

"Well, if you're sorry- wait, what?"

"I asked if you could close the door on your way out."

"Th- that's all you wanted to say?"

"What do you mean? I'll have you know that the weather has become quite cold late-"

Slam!

I frowned. "Women! Who can ever understand them?"

Pierre huffed. "Who knows? I know one thing for sure, though- no one can ever understand her!"

Pouring syrup onto my pancake, I nodded. "True!"

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I'll love to say that I enjoyed my breakfast in peace, but that'll be a lie. Not too long after, Annie marched back into towards me then slammed my face into my pancakes. I began yelling at her, which resulted in her doing the same as well. Our shouting match got so intense that Max had to come to separate us and hurry me to the car! The remnants of my breakfast were still stuck on my face, though, so I rushed back into the house to clean myself.

And that, people, is how that morning went.