For the next morning arrived, everything was the same. He got up, refreshed himself, washed his face before deciding to go over and make his slow dripping coffee. Unfortunately, Brandon's new apartment did not have any kind of balcony. So he had to resort to opening the window and staring outside.
What should I make for breakfast today? He wasn't sure, but the ingredients were in his pan, so he could come up with anything he wanted. Just to see was about to head towards the Fridge, his door rang.
Peering over his shoulder with a frown, he wondered who could be here so early in the morning. Walter, maybe? Only makes sense. But then again, Walter usually dropped a message first, a few hours before he was going to visit.
He made his way towards the door, still slightly sleepy from just waking up. Peeping through the peephole, Brandon found that it was actually good ol' Sal.
Brandon opened the door and Sal held out his hand. There was a bag in it that smelled of delicious food.
