Brandon made her a full English breakfast. It has been time since he had cooked, so his skills were a little rusty, but by the joy on her face, he could tell that she was enjoying it thoroughly.
"I really thought the brits had no flavour." She spoke with her mouth full, but kept her hand in front of it. "I'm so glad to be proven wrong."
"I am happy about that." Brandon replied dryly, scooping up some beans to eat.
Since they eat breakfast before taking a bath, the next thing was to go for a shower and get ready for the office. It was Friday, so Brandon would have the next two days off and could actively hunt for his apartment.
Megan had a car, something she told him her father had purchased for her the moment she went away to live in New York. His logic, she needed a sturdy car to travel back-and-forth because it was safer.
