Jack

It was Sunday, jack had had a sleep over with your brother the night before, in the morning you had already been up for a few hours, it was now eight am, and jack wanders down the stairs just as you’re getting ready to make breakfast, and you being you, you ask if he’d like some. “Yeah sure, I’ll have some I suppose” he says in return, “what’cha making?” He asks as he walks into the kitchen and leans against the counter, his shirt riding up slightly.