Luke's POV

"Man, have you had breakfast already? I'm going to order to-go now."  I asked. 

He laughed and responded, "Yeah, I did already." 

"What's funny?" curious to why he's grinning from ear to ear. 

"I just remembered what she prepared for me earlier." He showed me his breakfast earlier before he finished it clean. 

They both laughed. If this is how funny his meal is presented to him everyday, he'd never have any stomach problems ever. Once Charles' on his "producer chair", his focus is at 101%. Nothing can disrupt his focus. Yup, not even his grumbling stomach. Not even when their boss was angry and called him to revise his lyrics. Not even when his girlfriend's calling him and sending him his lunchbox that I end up eating every time.

Only one person can make him stop whatever he's doing and that's her. Everything about her. Even if it's just a food delivery, as long as it's from her, he'd pause his computer and eat. 

"Lucky bastard!" I punched him lightly on his shoulder. 

"Yeah, I am a lucky bastard, indeed."  He grinned again. 

Only one girl can make him laugh and smile like this. Only his girl. 

--------------------