You don't choose your own family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.
-Desmond Tutu
Richilo Bay, North York, 7:36a.m
Denella arose to the sound of the birds chirping outside her window. She unwrapped herself from the warm, cotton blanket she had wrapped around her and stretched. Raphael had slept in the other room across from her. She idly got out of her bed and headed to the bathroom in her room.
After she brushed her teeth, showered and made her bed, she changed and went into the kitchen. Denella pulled out the frying pan out of the cupboard and put it on the stove.
Raphael got out of the shower and wrapped the white, cotton towel around his waist. Right before he got out of the bathroom, he fixed his hair. When he came out, he could see Denella standing by the stove in the kitchen.
Raphael slowly entered the kitchen and, with a smile, said, "Good morning."
"Good morning. How do you like your eggs?" Denella asked as she looked up at him. She couldn't help but notice that he only had a towel on. He looked as if he were someone from a magazine with the perfect body.
"Scrambled."
"Me too." She got out a wooden spoon.
"I'll be right back, just let me go change." He said as he exited the kitchen.
Denella scooped the scrambled eggs out onto two plates. She put them right next to the bacon and sausages. To finish the breakfast she was preparing, she got a few slices of toasted bread and placed them on a plate and set it in the middle. Then, she poured out the coffee.
Raphael came into the kitchen; this time dressed, and made his own coffee. They both sat down and started to eat.
"Wow," Raphael said in amazement, "This is really good."
"Thanks, my mom owns her own restaurant, so she's the one who taught me how to cook, but I still hate cooking." stated Denella.
Raphael took another sip of his coffee. "Does R.O.S.S. have any leads on the Judy Walker case?"
"No, not yet. But, we did find out that--" Before she could finish, her phone rang. She checked who it was. "It's Celcus! What do I do?" she asked, alarmingly.
"Answer it and put it on speaker." Raphael instructed.
Denella listened to him and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Hello, Ms. Oakley," Celcus greeted, "How are you and the little T.E.R.S.E. agent, or shall I say boyfriend, doing?"
Denella glanced at Raphael and then stared back at the blank screen of her phone. "Why are you calling me? What do you want?"