You want breakfast

“Actually, I think I’m good,” you tell Sabrina. You wouldn’t be able to top the candid shot anyways, so there isn’t much point in trying.

“OK, well I guess I better get dressed and head out then. We still have to show up to work today and I have to put on my work clothes,” Sabrina says.

You check the time. It’s almost 10 AM now. Still a few hours before you have to report to work. “Wait, have you eaten yet?” you ask.

Sabrina pauses to think about it. “I guess not… I woke up and found out about Katherine from my phone and then had to find your address and come over right away…”

“Stick around and join me for some food then,” you suggest. “I haven’t eaten yet either.”

“What do you have?” she asks.

You walk into the kitchen and check the fridge. “Well, I got some leftover pizza and cold cereal,” you report.

“Ugh, we can go out to eat,” Sabrina says.

“You paying?”

“What?!” Sabrina shouts in shock. “You just made a couple grand and you’re not offering to pay for breakfast?”

“You made just as much,” you counter. “Besides, you refuted my lovely spread of day-old Italian cuisine and dried flakes of corn on milk.”

{her] stares off into the distance and nods. “I think I’m going to have to fake break up with you,” she says, referring to your mock relationship.

You smirk. “Well, maybe I should just make it an order,” you tease.

Sabrina goes pale and her jaw drops. “You can’t!”

You run down her list of restrictions again. “No **** sex, nothing illegal, no bodily harm, no scat, nothing you can’t do, nothing that could get you fired and no videos…” You look at her with a shrug. “Buying food wasn’t on your list.”

Sabrina looks mortified. The ramifications of how much this agreement is going to cost her runs through her head. “I’m going to have to do that sex tape…” she mutters in despair.

“Well, it’s not a foregone conclusion. I might have pity on you…” you offer as a small glimmer of hope. “I’ll even let you pick out the place to eat!”

“There is one problem though,” Sabrina brings up.

“What’s that?”

“I can’t buy breakfast. I didn’t bring any money…”

Even though you’re footing the bill, you still let Sabrina choose the restaurant. You even allowed her to dress for the occasion. Sabrina is back in her jeans and t-shirt. Her hair is tied up in a ponytail. You decided to class up from your beater and shorts number and are in a polo and slacks.

Sabrina picks out a local diner for breakfast. She orders the breakfast waffle while you get a hearty continental breakfast with sausages and bacon, scrambled eggs and a big heaping of hash browns. You both order large coffees, asking the server to leave the pot.

“I don’t know how I’m going to stay up for work,” you say after finishing another gulp of caffeine. “I didn’t get enough sleep with all that’s happened this morning…”

“Me either…” Sabrina agrees, sipping her own cup of brew. “Hopefully this stuff doesn’t wear off before five.”

“Well,” you start thinking about it. You glance over at the slender brunette with a quirked eyebrow. “There are other ways of keeping stimulated…”

She leans back with a look of dread. “I’m not going to have much of a choice in this, am I?” she asks warily.

You smirk. “If it’s any consolation, this should help keep us both alert for work today…”