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Linda slowly opens her eyes, the morning light filtering through the curtain as she blinked the sleep off her eyes. The morning light casted a soft light in the room. She stretched her hands upward, feeling the warmth of the bed enveloping her. She brought her hand to cover her mouth as she yawned. Turning to the other side, she saw the empty space where Vladimir occupied last night. Where did he go? Before she could stand up from the bed to find him, she heard the sound of the door opening. Snapping her head, she sees Vladimir walking in, a gentle smile on his face as he approached her. He dropped the tray on the bed and Linda's eyes scanned it to see a cup of coffee and pancakes dripping with syrup. “Good morning,” he says to her with a warm smile on his face. “I brought you breakfast.” She blushed sheepishly, her cheeks reddening with each passing second. The aroma of the freshly brewed coffee drifted into her nostrils, mingling with the scent of syrup from the pancake. “Thank