Anderson woke up, his head resting on the keyboard, only to be greeted by the unexpected sight of you in his kitchen, preparing breakfast while clad in his shirt and shorts. Stunned and bewildered, he stammered, "Wh—what—huh?" His eyes widened as he took in your appearance, struck by your beauty and the surreal nature of the moment.

You stood before him, a vision of loveliness, holding a bowl of cereal with a radiant smile adorning your features. "What?" Anderson managed to utter, still grappling with the sheer astonishment of the situation unfolding before him.