The morning after the "elite chaos day," I woke up half convinced I had dreamt it.
The thank-yous.
The napkin incident.
The catching-me-before-I-face-planted scene.
It all felt unreal now, especially because—
Today, Nicholas Knight was back to normal.
Meaning:
Rude.
Annoyed.
Impossible.
The shift was so quick it gave me mental whiplash.
He walked into the kitchen while I was slicing strawberries, glanced at me, and instantly frowned like I personally offended him by existing before eight in the morning.
"Strawberries?" he said, voice flat with disapproval.
I looked down at the literal strawberries I was chopping.
"Yes," I said slowly.
"I didn't ask for strawberries."
"You didn't ask for anything. I'm making breakfast."
His jaw tightened. "I prefer blueberries."
"Well, I didn't know that until right now."
"You should've known."
"How?"
He blinked—like he actually didn't have an answer.
I raised an eyebrow.
