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Pale gold morning light flooded through the kitchen window, painting the marble countertop in warm stripes. The air was dense and sweet with the fragrance of vanilla extract and frying batter, a comforting blanket against the last chill of sleep. Still half-dreaming, I followed the scent to its source. Nina stood at the stove, a spatula held loosely in her hand as she watched a perfect, golden-brown waffle crisp. She turned, and her dark, warm eyes found mine instantly, a soft smile already touching her lips. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she said, her voice a gentle rasp. "I was trying to be quiet. Are you ready for waffles?"