<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.irreverentgent.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/How-to-Look-More-Handsome-intro-279x300.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Time:</strong>9:15 AM<br/><strong>When:</strong>Saturday Morning<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Slight Hangover & Hungry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Charlie | Sofia<hr/><br/>Chris, a bit taken back at how quickly Charlie was in a rush to leave, barely got any words out.  Only thing he could mutter was<strong>"Jamal? Ok...Wow...You Made plans fast huh?" </strong>he shrugged it off, looked back at the food he was cooking, flipping the last pancake and turning off the scrambled eggs he had made.  He also had forgotten Sofia spent the night, passed out on the living room couch.  He watched Charlie exit the front door, an extra giddy smile on her face, pep in her step and swing in her hips.  The butterflies began to churn in his belly as he tried not to think about the situation.<br/><br/>Instead he proceeded to the living room. Sofia was curled up on the couch, semi-fetal position with a quilt over her.  She stirred slightly as he entered the room.<strong>"Good morning Sofia,  didn't mean to wake you.  Was just going to let you know that I made breakfast if you want some.  It's ready. Come and get it."</strong>he smiled, she looked equally exhausted and a bit hungover as well.  Chris returned from the kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle of water to hand to her, probably the best thing for her current state at the moment.  He decided to fix her a plate  (http://www.thewannabechef.net/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/chickpea-flour-pancakes-over.jpg), figuring she would be equally as hungry, and waited for her in the eat-in Kitchen area.