Your eyes flickered open as the smell of breakfast wafted over your nose. You rubbed your face as you peeled yourself up from your couch. Your head was all foggy... did you sleep all night out here?

You sat up, feeling stiffness on your side. You glanced to your right as your ears picked up on the sound of food sizzling.

Nick was stood in the kitchen, his back to you, tossing something around in a pan. He's cooking... breakfast... for you?

"Nick? What time is it?" You asked sluggishly as you got up from the couch.

The handsome fox swiveled around, "Ah, you're awake. Just in time."

He smoothly pulled a plate over and gently placed [...what's your favorite breakfast food?] onto it. He served himself some eggs and veggies and brought both plates over to your small dining table.

You didn't aim for the dining table though as you dragged yourself over. Instead, you walked right into him and laid your head on his chest.

Nick scoffed, "there, there," he said as he patted you, "you'll wake up soon."

You nodded and pulled out a seat across from him. As you nibbled you began to come to your senses.

"So," you began, "late start... but what's the score today?"

"No score today," Nick said with a grin.

"Oh! A day off?"

He shook his head, "well, more of a little vacation."

Your ears perked up, "a vacation?"

"Yeah," he twirled his fork around in the air as he spoke, "a getaway: You and me. No jobs, no schemes..."

"That sounds amazing!" You said with a strong smile, seeing a sparkle in his emerald eyes.

You excitedly scarfed down the rest of your food and then ran to get ready.