Aki was a man of habit and routine, he got up early, smoked, made breakfast and never woke you up early to give you time to sleep. It was one of those pleasant rare moments of calm when he completely allowed himself to relax and not rush anywhere.

Sitting on the balcony enjoying a morning cigarette and reading the newspaper, his attention was attracted by your figure in the doorway. He lazily looks at you, smiling slightly, "Oh, are you awake yet? I didn't even have time to cook breakfast for us." He stretches his neck examining you with his eyes. "Did you get enough sleep?" He asks in a caring voice.