“I’m open to suggestions.”
“My fridge is always stocked with batches of protein overnight oats I prepare.”
“I’m sold. When I could afford to buy overnight oat jars or smoothie bowls, they were my favorites, but as that breakfast option grew more popular, the prices became astronomical. When I lost everything, buying the necessary ingredients at the grocery store wasn’t on the budget.”
“Now that I know you like them so much, I’ll make sure they’re always some in the fridge.”
“This is five-star accommodation.”
“I only roll one way, baby.”
She grins. “Lucky me.”
No, lucky me, but we can talk about that a little later. “Any allergies?”
She shakes her head. “None.”
“Take a seat.” I point to a stool.
She obeys.
I get up and head to the fridge.
I already had a blueberry muffin, but I was waiting for her to have my second breakfast.
I open the refrigerator door and peruse the contents. “What will it be? Strawberry and cream? Chocolate chips and banana? Yellow mellow? Pistachio?”
Her eyes light up at that last one.
“I make the pistachio one with pistachio butter from Italy,” I say.
She lifts a hand up. “Say no more.”
“Good choice.”
“What’s in the yellow mellow?”
“Coconut milk, mango, pineapple, and banana.”
“That sounds good as well.”
“You’re allowed to have both.”
She considers me. “Nah, my eyes are always bigger than my belly.”
“Yesterday, you inhaled the burger, the hand-cut fries, and the onion rings without taking a breath.”
“I was in too much pain in the morning to have breakfast,” she says.
Shit.“Feeling better today?”
“Much.”
“Glad to hear it.” I grab two jars, a couple of spoons from the drawer, and drop them on the countertop. “I assume you want your coffee after you’re done with the oats?”
“I like to give coffee my full attention.”
A girl after my own heart.
