The flat was quiet except for the gentle sound of rain against the windows.
Mia wandered into the kitchen, still half asleep, wearing one of Theodore’s oversized hoodies and a pair of fluffy socks that never seemed to match.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
Theodore looked up from the stove and smiled—a small one, but real.
“Morning. Your tea’s on the table.”
She smiled when she saw the mug waiting for her exactly how she liked it, with two sugars and just a splash of milk. Beside it sat two slices of buttered toast.
“You do this every morning,” she said, wrapping her hands around the warm mug.
“You forget to eat.”
“I don’t forget.”
“You do.”
She laughed quietly. “I suppose I do.”
Theodore placed a plate of scrambled eggs on the table before sitting opposite her.
For a while, they ate in comfortable silence.
It wasn’t awkward.
It never was.
Mia looked across the table and smiled to herself.
“What?” Theodore asked.
“I’m just thinking.”
“About?”
“You.”
He paused, his fork halfway to his mouth.
“…Me?”
She nodded. “I don’t think anyone’s ever looked after me the way you do.”
His expression softened.
“I like looking after you.”
“I know.”
“And… I don’t mind.”
She tilted her head.
“No?”
He shook his head. “I like remembering how you take your tea. I like making breakfast before you wake up. I like knowing you’ll steal my hoodies because you always look happier when you’re wearing them.”
Mia felt her cheeks grow warm.
“I never realised you noticed all that.”
“I notice everything about you.”
The words came so naturally that neither of them spoke for a moment afterwards.
Theodore blinked.
“…I do, don’t I?”
“You do,” Mia whispered.
He looked down at his plate before letting out a quiet laugh.
“I think I’ve been trying to convince myself we’re just friends.”
“And?”
He looked back at her, smiling in that soft, gentle way that always made her heart flutter.
“I don’t think friends look forward to seeing each other every morning.”
Mia stood up and walked around the table until she was beside him.
“I don’t think they miss each other after you’ve only been gone an hour either.”
He looked up at her.
“You miss me after an hour?”
“Sometimes after ten minutes.”
A smile spread across his face.
“I thought I was the only one.”
She laughed and reached for his hand.
“You never were.”
Their fingers slipped together so naturally it felt as though they’d been doing it forever.
Theodore looked down at their joined hands before gently squeezing hers.
“So…”
“So?”
“Would it be alright if I kept making your tea every morning?”
Mia couldn’t help but smile.
“I think I’d be quite disappointed if you stopped.”
He smiled back.
“Good.”
For the first time, neither of them wondered why being together felt so easy.
They finally had the answer.
It was because, somewhere between shared breakfasts, borrowed hoodies, and quiet mornings, they’d fallen in love without even noticing.