“You know, that was a free breakfast. You are not obliged to wash the morning dishes.”
Isaac rested on the counter's crook near the kitchen sink. A torrent of hot water poured from the tap as Cristian put a few drops of dish soap onto a sponge and began washing the breakfast dishes.
Cristian shrugged and replied, "Habit, I think." He washed the plate and put it on the dish rack before picking up the other to wash.
“You are free to leave,” Isaac informed him. “I'll deal with them later.” He couldn't deny that it gave him a strange, tickling sensation in his gut and chest to watch Cristian nonchalantly conducting domestic tasks in his kitchen...as if he fitted there.
“I've realized that doing something when you thought about it results in less effort later.” Cristian cast a peek at Isaa
