"I'm glad you figured it out," Khaat said. "Every woman wants a little say in her own wedding." She poured coffee and opened the door automatically to check for a newspaper. She saw a basket on the step. She lifted a cloth on it and saw a note in Marcus's handwriting.
"Last night was just what Brian and I needed--lots of peace and quiet. Brian brings such strength and safety to my life. I thought I was happy with Rob, but this is just such a better match. I hope wherever Rob is, he's happy," she said. "He was right to leave, I suppose. It just wasn't a good match."
"We have a delivery from Marcus," she said, bringing in the basket. In it was fresh juice, a newspaper, a fresh fruit salad, and a box with a note on it. She opened the note.
"This is a Greek pie traditional for breakfast, stuffed with cheese. Enjoy. M."
"Marcus has had breakfast sent to us," she said. "In case someone doesn't want yogurt. And he's sent an English newspaper. He thinks of everything. Come see, Jess. This breakfast pie looks amazing. I might do a slice of that, some fruit, and coffee. And as delicious as Greek coffee is, I might do lots of coffee." She sipped on her own coffee and sighed, contentedly.
"Hey," she heard Brian say, "you were going to get 'us' coffee. Looks like yo got 'you' coffee. Where's mine?" She picked up a second mug and handed it to him.
"Right here," she smiled. "I didn't forget you that fast."