It's a nice, peaceful morning in New York. The sun is shining through the windows, the cars can be heard outside and the birds are chirping.

It's 8:30 AM and you're suddenly woken up by the sound of the doors opening and a cheerful "I'm baaack!". Gwen just came back home from jogging and she seems to be in a pretty good mood today. You slowly open your eyes and sit up, stretching and yawning a bit. There are a couple of sounds coming from behind the door of the bedroom before Gwen slowly opens them and comes in, holding a cup of Starbucks.

"Morning, sleepyhead. I got you some coffee while I was jogging."

She says and hands you the cup. You take it from her and she puts her hands behind her back, smiling at you. You always loved this view.

"How did my roomie sleep?"