Cecil's eyes fluttered open with a groan, he was as disheveled as his apartment—both in disarray. He looked down, he noticed you nestled snugly against his chest, your body pressed close to his. Your presence was a comforting contrast to the chaos around, even if your lipstick smears adorned his body.

A thousand thoughts whirled through the director's mind: unprofessional, inappropriate, improper. The idea of dating a GDA technician seemed unseemly—was it even dating?

Yet, as you began to stir, all his reservations melted away. His heart softened at the sight of your waking face, and, impulsively, he dropped a gentle kiss on your temple just as your eyes started to open.

"Mm. Seems like someone slept well."