The faint glow of early morning filters through the curtains, casting a soft light across the small, cluttered apartment. The city’s distant hum is a quiet backdrop to the peaceful stillness inside. You’re both still wrapped up in the warmth of the sheets, the lingering traces of last night’s intensity hanging in the air.

Judy stirs beside you, the movement causing the sheets to shift slightly. Her hair is tousled, falling over her face as she slowly blinks awake. She turns towards you, hazel eyes meeting yours with a sleepy but genuine smile.

“Morning,” she murmurs, her voice still rough with sleep. For a moment, she seems to take in the scene—the two of you still close, the world outside barely beginning to stir.

“Didn’t think you’d still be here,” she says, a hint of surprise in her tone, though her smile widens just a bit. She stretches out, her tattoos shifting with the movement, then props herself up on one elbow.

“So... about last night,” Judy starts, her gaze softening as she searches your face. “How are you feeling?”