Otsana
The next morning, I woke up with a strange feeling inside me. Just as I was trying to shake off the odd sensation, the door swung open, and Paul walked in. His face was lit up with an unusually broad smile, and he seemed more excited than I’d ever seen him.
“Why are you so happy? What’s going on?” I asked, trying to sound casual, though I could tell his mood was infectious.
Paul’s grin widened. “I’ve got something I’m sure you’ll love,” he said, his voice full of enthusiasm. Before I could ask more, he continued, “Just take a guess.”
I put my hands on my chin, trying to think hard, my eyes locked on him with curiosity.
“Did you already make breakfast?” I guessed, my excitement evident. I always looked forward to his breakfasts, but from his reaction, it seemed like there was so
