“Now this feels like deja-vu.” Ilona says to herself as she wakes up in an empty bed. She takes the same green robe and ties the sash around her waist. She pads slowly to the kitchen and looks at the breakfast counter with a smile. Vesna is sitting there staring in her coffee cup and Veles is directing the appliances with his fingers. The only difference is Marco who is making breakfast for them. She smiles brightly as a coffee cup floats towards her.
“What do you want for breakfast?” Marco asks from the stove.
“Oh, I’m not picky. Whatever you have, is fine.” Ilona says as she takes the seat next to Veles.
“Scrambled eggs with bits of bacon and cheese with french toast. Vesna has a separate version without bacon and plain toast.”
“The first version, please.” Ilona smiles and turns to
