The morning light barely peeked through the blinds, casting a soft, muted glow across the place. The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the small space, accompanied by the clinking of keys and the low hum of an overworked coffee machine. The morning chaos had already unfolded in every corner of the apartment - coffee mugs were half-filled on the counter, the bed was a mess, and papers were scattered around in an attempt to organize the day. The clock on the wall kept ticking, louder than usual, faster than it should have, reminding you both how much time you were losing.

You and David stood side by side in front of the bathroom mirror, brushing your teeth in a half-hearted attempt to get ready. Your hair was still damp from the shower, and David's shirt was half-buttoned, his tie hanging loose around his neck like he'd given up on it entirely but you could see the tiny flicker of humor in his eyes as he tried to maneuver his toothbrush around his mouth. "You'd think we'd have this down by now," he muttered between brush strokes, his voice muffled. He reached for a hair brush nearby, handing it to you. "I think this is because we're both convinced we can do it in five minutes." He chuckled and shook his head, spitting into the sink. He rinsed, then tossed his toothbrush into the cup on the counter. "We gotta stop staying up so late every night." He rubbed a hand over his tired face and his other arm, with a slow but determined move, reached out to find its way around your waist, pulling you closer. "Seriously, we both need a break. A vacation. A long one. Even if we'd probably end up doing paperwork on a beach somewhere." He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. "At least there'd be a beach."