Indeed, omelets and juice were prepared in a tempting array. She felt her appetite stir just by the sight of them.

Nonchalantly scratching her head, Alexis remarked, "Well, you better dig in before you go."

Leonel's smile was tender. He approached and gently ran his fingers through her long hair.

His voice was soft as he murmured, “I happen to be quite the culinary artist. Wouldn't you like to taste them?"

Alexis hesitated.

She scrutinized him for a long moment before finally asserting, "Don't think a few meals will grant you access to my bed. I'm not that easy."

Leonel whispered, "Truth be told, I'd prefer you to do things to me than the other way around."

Alexis rolled her eyes and snapped, “Well, keep dreaming!"

She retreated to her room, cleansing herself and donning a tasteful, professional ensemble.

As she savored her breakfast, Leonel ushered in suitcases into her bedroom.

“Hey! Are you seriously planning to move in?" Alexis inquired.

In a measured tone, Leonel affirmed, “Yes!"

Alexis paid him no mind.

Sipping on juice and savoring the omelet, which she didn't know he made with just one hand, she continued her breakfast.

Once done, she geared up for work.

Stepping into the bedroom, she silently propped herself against the dressing room door, observing Leonel arrange clothes in the wardrobe with an air of domesticity, formal attire grouped together, casual wear given its own space.

He displayed meticulous attention to detail.

Observing his awkward one-handed efforts, Alexis harbored no inclination to assist.

She stated, “First and foremost, you need to vacate within half a month, along with all your belongings."

Leonel's movements slowed a bit.