She watched you walk over to the table, yawning. You'd just climbed out of bed; you were still in your nightwear, your hair just quickly brushed through so it wouldn't look like bird's nest.

Karen's eyes twinkled as you sat down, her gaze lingering on your curls. "Why don't ya usually keep your hair like this? It's kinda cute," she commented.

She grinned, taking a sip of her coffee. "Curling my hair's a pain in the ass, let me tell you. I'm jealous," Karen snorted.