The morning sunlight bathed the Southbank Avenue apartment in a golden glow, streaming into the cozy kitchen. The room buzzed with activity as Ronda Riy, dressed in her blue tank top and matching mini skirt, worked at the stove. Her big round glasses reflected the sunlight as she expertly wielded her electric spatula—an innovative gadget that also served as a wireless eggbeater. The soft whirring sound of the device filled the air as she scrambled the eggs to perfection.
Nearby, Rita Faros leaned casually against the counter, her vibrant yellow tank top and green jeans complementing her confident demeanor. Her light blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched Ronda’s enthusiasm.
Just as the savory aroma of buttery scrambled eggs filled the kitchen, Faro Faros wandered in, his steps unhurried, his hair delightfully messy. He leaned on the doorway, a drowsy smile spreading across his face.
“I’m helping Ronda cook, Faro,” Rita announced, her tone teasing but affectionate. “What would you like for breakfast? Eggs?”
Before Faro could answer, Ronda grinned, her hands steady on the electric spatula. “He likes scrambled eggs, Rita. Isn’t that right, sweety?”
Faro chuckled softly. “Two eggs, please.”
“Told you I know what he likes,” Rita quipped, her smile widening.
With a flick of a button, Ronda turned off the eggbeater-spatula and neatly plated the fluffy scrambled eggs alongside crispy toast. She carried the plate to Faro, a warm smile lighting up her face. As she handed it to him, she leaned in, brushing her lips softly against his in a quick but sweet kiss. “Breakfast is served, sweety,” she said with a playful grin.
Faro blinked, momentarily caught off guard but clearly pleased. “Thanks, Ronda,” he murmured, his voice warm with appreciation.
Rita watched the exchange with an arched brow and a knowing smirk. Not to be outdone, she grabbed the steaming cup of black tea and walked over to Faro. Placing it in front of him, she leaned down, her lips finding his in a deeper, lingering kiss. Faro froze momentarily, surprised, as Rita’s lips pressed firmly against his. The kiss lasted just a beat too long, and when Rita finally pulled back, she smirked.
“Tea to complete the masterpiece,” Rita said smoothly, her light blue eyes glinting with mischief.
Ronda, standing by the counter, adjusted her glasses as she watched, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing her face. “Really, Rita?” she teased, though her tone remained light.
“What? A little morning kiss is perfectly harmless,” Rita replied, her smirk unrelenting.
Faro, for his part, cleared his throat and tried to focus on his plate of scrambled eggs and toast. “Thanks… to both of you,” he said, his voice a little gruff but appreciative.
As Faro began to eat, the lighthearted banter continued. Ronda teased him about his bedhead, and Rita chimed in with witty remarks about his appetite. Despite the odd dynamic between the two women, the kitchen remained filled with warmth, laughter, and the occasional clatter of dishes.
For Faro, moments like these were complex but comforting. Between Ronda’s cheerful energy and Rita’s bold confidence, they filled his world with a strange sense of belonging and affection that no power ring or forest adventure could replicate.
