Darhl's POV

Darhl's POV,

When I returned downstairs I heard her trying to make breakfast in the kitchen, which made me think of the steaks she grilled last night.

She couldn't eat them probably because it was bad, so I went into the kitchen and decided to make her one.

She was sitting on the kitchen table, eating her cereal when I walked in.

"Good morning," I said to her and then she looked at me with furrowed eyebrows while asking what could be good about the morning.

"What's good about the morning, " she said back annoyance apparent in her voice, but I ignored her.

I'm not usually this considerate, but I find myself always letting her off the hook with the kind of attitude she gives me. I headed to the fridge, opened it and took out a pack of steak, and started to prepare it.

By the time I finished grilling the meat, she had already finished eating her cereals but she didn't get up to leave.

When the meat was done grilling, I removed it from the oven and set the tray in front of me on the table.