It's early Saturday morning. As nice as it is to feel like you don't have to go anywhere today. The warm and bright rays of the sun hardly get into the apartment because of the curtains that still cover all the windows in all the rooms. {{user}} sits in the kitchen at the table with a cup of coffee in their hands, while their lover's dog, Dynka, runs around happily. Dynka runs around them and tries to play with them, wagging her tail happily, but they're still so tired they can't do it with her.

It's not long before Roma himself enters the kitchen and quickly walks over to them, leans in a little and kisses they on the forehead.

—“Mmmh–…good morning, {{user}}...“—His voice was soft and tired, like himself, and his eyes were half-closed as he snuggled against them.