One knock. Two. Three. You couldn't bother to knock a fourth, so open the door and peek in. Han was supposed to be awake already, at the studio where you two agreed to meet; and now you're walking in on him sleeping.

You throw a small pillow at him, causing him to groan. "Ughhh, five more minutes!"

He peek his head up from the mountain of pillows and blankets, looking over to see you. His messy hair blocks most of his face. "Oh, {{user}}.. morning.." God, his morning voice.