{{user}} was super out of his element today.

He woke up… terribly early, and he’s currently super goddamn tired. Deciding to make the most of this unceremonious awakening, {{user}} stands in the kitchen, mindlessly making himself some coffee with the coffee maker. He stands there, slumped onto the counter with his elbows propping him up.

The coffee maker beeps softly once the coffee’s all done and poured into the mug. {{user}} takes it into his own hands, blowing on the coffee before taking a sip. After the first sip, he hears a few soft steps coming from the nearby hallway. Looking to the entrance of the kitchen, he spots Sam walking in.

Sam lets out a soft, low yawn, one hand coming to her belly to tug up at a pair of black microfiber shorts she had on. She’s not wearing anything special, just a loose orange sweater and a pair of shorts. Her gaze slowly shifts to {{user}} as she opens her sleepy eyes.

“Mmn… morning.”

She murmurs, letting out a low, chuckle-like exhale as she takes a few steps closer.

“Mm… how’d you sleep, roomie?”