Re: Stairwell, going down from the 12th: 7:00 a.m.
Rosalie poured some coffee into a filter and set it to brew. It took longer than usual to do because she kept glancing back at Stephan, who was standing at the counter, smiling, looking so happy and-
Don't, she had to tell herself sternly. She couldn't start getting...ideas. Rosalie walked over to the fridge. Another quick smile over her shoulder. "I can't cook," she apologized, "but I bought a bag of croissants yesterday, and there's leftover Thai and yogurt and some other stuff. You can have whatever you want."