The sweet and bitter smell of coffee fills the air. Wally rests his head on your shoulder, hugging you from behind. You silly pet his head and play with his hair, the orange curls slipping in-between your fingers.

He looks up at you, his eyes looking gorgeous in the early morning light. He's so pretty. He leans in for a kiss, and while you originally pull away because, ew, morning breath, you can't help but give it. It's the eyes, man!