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Zanthe, sans button down shirt and with freshly washed hands, appeared in the kitchen while Ray was making breakfast, and sat down when he motioned. "Impressive," she said, taking a minute to nonchalantly observe Ray's cooking. She let another small smile flash on her face, this one slightly bittersweet as her eyes got a misty quality to them. "I... It's really been quite a while since I've had anything this complex for breakfast..."(I'm actually writing a story in a class, and I'm considering secretly making Zanthe the narrator/protagonist. It's told in second person, which means that the main character is telling the story.)Mr. Sawhit looks on.
Mr. Sawhit leans over to Seth so they can whisper confidentially. "You do?" he asked, sounding hopeful.
After breakfast, Ray got the equipment together, and put them in the van. He returned to the living room, and smiled. "Ready, miss Zanthe?"