She tilted her head as she always did when she was feeling stubborn. "I am not a cute person. I am nightmare fuel."
She grinned at him before her watch beeped and she looked down at it with a frown. "Ugh. I have to leave in a while."
A moment later he came behind her and kissed her cheek, sliding a plate of French toast in front of her. It looked adequately prepared.
She grinned and reached up to tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear. "It looks lovely, my darling," she said quietly. "Are you having some?"