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The rays of the sunlight filtered through the curtains, landing on Lucian's sleeping face. He squinted his eyes, blocking the rays of the sun with his arms.
His eyes opened to the discomfort, a sad smile slowly form on his lips, the dream had left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"Breakfast is ready," a voice rang from the living room.
Lucian stumbled to his feet, his ruffled hair brushed past his eyes, he made his way following the aroma of the food. The the rich and creamy smell of pancakes and tea invaded his nostrils. His mouth watered in anticipation.
He entered the dining room, which had a dining table, with four chairs. Lucian looked around before taking his seat. The cook was nowhere to be seen. He shrugged his shoulders, before he began to dig into his food without uttering a word.
"You can't say thank you?" the stranger mused, before taking his seat.
